Greenland

GREEN LAND

they hashtagged
hyphenated

took away the sky
up there, a tiny square
Mr Rockefeller,
Jets and Giants,
have to
strain your neck
to see it

before
their thoughts lurched upwards
it was the green
they took
had disappear

no one casts their mind back
to dawn days of arrival
striding across the shore
feeling
exceptional
albeit just a sprinkling

a dust of darkness
misconstrued in the light
but
not entirely for the better
changing everything

and we
too
were disappeared, story
of our disappearance,
that
disappeared too

ghosts and bones
beneath those cities,
remembered
perhaps as irony, regrettable
tragedy, parody

voices long gone
and with them all the words

other green lands out there
waiting for
all this to repeat

JIMA TRUMP

Iwo Jima Trump
planting the stars
and stripes
on closest thing
on Greenland
vaguely
resembling Mt Suribachi

garnering Peace Prize, Medal
of Valour, and
Purple Heart
in one
fell swoop

Vance and Rubio
there
to reload him
feed
him ammunition

Donald J D-
day overlord
of glory

MAGA disciples’ delight so
ecstatically high
all of them
self-
pleasuring themselves
everywhere,
the sexy swine

hot jizz melting
the ice sheath, turning
this arctic island
basically
as sweaty tropical a paradise
as Mar-a- Lago

O AMANDA

Oh Amanda,
I have you
in twenty
twenty hindsight

gone
totally
retrospective

just to
see
just how
badly you
recited us

how much not
just off key
off track
but mistaking
the climate

leading us off
in the wrong
direction

not climbing
the hill but
on death
descent down
the mountain

you there inspiring us
with hope, false hope
stuff
of bad ideology

in your sun yellow dress
beautifully assured

and
battling down
those slopes it was
all ice,
all winter, death
by exclusion, excision,
by bullets
through
the side
window at
point blank range

and the house
on the hilk with
its shining city
hoisting
an old hated, feared flag,
as bulldozers knock
down
and everything gets
restructured

need space for
the ritz whilst
homeless
go hungry

ghouls at the ball, macabre
how much space
they need
to dance and
twirl
and plot human structure

should have been
severe on yourself before
flaunting your
skills
before us
Miss Gorman,
should have checked
your subtext for
masquerade

and so
why should we climb
that hill
since we can buy one
elsewhere
greener, cheaper

take one out there
for ourselves
we write good poetry,
exceptional lines really
that
nothing
can compare with

the sun setting on that hill,
your hill

suddenly
I smell abyss
and feel the slippery slide

the plan is
to kill the ice
fight ice
with
ice

fire
with fire

make Greenland
green again

tear up every scrap
of paper
that militates against

build
golf courses, missile silos,
condominiums, intelligence
infrastructure, of
fast-reflex way of seeing
of the corporate
imagination
a solid shrine, its
ultimate Disneyland

the world in shock awe
at such
a ballistic trajectory
climb in the ratings

great again
great again

   Chinooks, Apaches and
thick sheaves of Tomahawks
preserving
    the heritage

       great spirit a stirring
what is
    down there been
down there
long – sufferingly frozen
all
the way back
to prehistory

about
to break through
about to break through