A DECENT PEOPLE
I was in the British museum
admiring what was stolen
when word csme my way
that someone
in Downing Street
was methinks
protesting too much
strange thing was
he was outside the Prime
Minister’s house
at a dais, facing
away from the front door
perhaps leading people
to believe
that contrary to
speech content, delivery,
and all appearances
this poor wretched and
confused individual, might
well be
the Prime Minister himself,
CONFLATION
so much conflation
in this V For Vendetta parliament
it could well
lift off, fly away
like the Hindenburg
or the Montgolfier balloon
fly away
to a sunlit upland
nativist Britain
one science-fiction secured
against any alien threat
for how will these tentacled
monsters in their
mother ships coming
to genocide
and colonize us
in their leaky sinking
dingy boat
fleeing the anarchy
we created
wars we started
just like anyone would
(but being British, they
look hideous to us)
poems 2 die for