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DREAM BIDEN

DREAM BIDEN

what on Earth is Joe
Biden doing
sleepwalking into
my dream?

Seems to be lucid and awake,
but it’s my dream after all
so anything are possible

and here we are
arguing who has rights
to this luxury hotel suite

I do concede, no visit to
ICJ or ICC to sort
of this one
and he is kind enough
to get me driven round
to find a replacement
place to stay
offering me snacks as
we chill on the backseat
of his armoured limousine

eatimg cocktail rolls
and peanuts

strange, if it were not
a dream I would
be tearing into him
over his complicity in
genocide

and as for his avuncular
attitude to me
maybe he thinks
I am Netanyahu.

AFTER THE PROTESTS

AFTER THE PROTESTS

after the protests
I was on your campus
looking for
the Department
of Denial

passed through various
scan and search and
barbed wire
checkpoints before
I was cross-
checked
and led in

and once in felt
myself
consumed by
an unearthly excitement
so keen I was
to meet the students, meet
the staff, explore what
in depth research
was here taking place
pushing the envelope of
Denial, Closure and
related fields
in the Human and
Scientific Disciplines
within
the all-new
Faculty of
Silence (thing of which
the new-look
university had
long dreamt,
best replacement
for the Arts and
Politics and Philosophy

but when I asked
in all eanest
to be directed there
they swore

we still lived in a world
in which such
ideas of grave
and obvious insanity
could not possibly exist

I said (for
my little part)
that was such a shame, a
terrible indictment,
hugely unfortunate

hoping that
no one should lose sight
of this vision supreme

AWAY

AWAY

friendly fire kills
without any
bad intentions

its bullets and bombs
morally superior

but let us pause
for a moment here
for establishing shot
and then
extensive tracking

as we go for
metaphor and
superimposition

passing all those broken
riddled statues
of Mary
   and the Christ

in search of a man
called Wilfred, dead now
but formerly a captain

machine-gunned within
sight of peace and an
end of the war

    correction, apologies, end
of the war to end all wars

pity we are late
for he was the all-
time expert in battlefield elegy

thinking
of butchered aid workers
he would know
what to write

he would know
what words to kill the lie
sweep away
convenient narrative

a Britsh poet himself
already long-forgotten
the art of a true-blue
true-
   blooded imperial culture
to sweep such things away

YOUR TRUTH

YOUR TRUTH

for so long
I swore by your truth

you must
have laughed

saw
me coming

led me
by the nose

and as totally
misleading narratives go
yours was a
beauty

reality, truth,
totally flipped
on its head

and what power
you now marshal
what wicked schemes
imaginations
     you do recruit

to save
that lie (fountain
of ever fabrication
that flowed their after)

your
    divine line

and here, frankly, I must
confess I am
        terminally disappointed