FORWARD
push
the clocks forwards
ten thousand years
see
what happens
if nothing, the world is unchanged
the feared nuclear
apocalypse
never happened
or it did
and only
set us back
ten thousand years
FORWARD
push
the clocks forwards
ten thousand years
see
what happens
if nothing, the world is unchanged
the feared nuclear
apocalypse
never happened
or it did
and only
set us back
ten thousand years
A WORD
forgiveness:
now there’s a word
the dead
do not forgive
cannot
forgive
memory is frozen
in that cold posture
in time
with time
the living
might forgive
but the maimed and
mutilated
theirs’ is a horror
beyond speech
HYMN
Move on
move on
nothing here
cruel and unusual
play
with your mantra
sing your beads
tanks and missiles
on the Holy Mountain
so much
sand for your mandsla
here where
deepest dug in.
THERE BE
there be satirists in the land
rare, ’tis true,
but nore plentiful than dragons
and Oh so easy
to avoid them!
not an issue
to learn to steer clear
of their usual habitats
can dodge
them readily
neither lithe, nor elusive, like
Australian brown or
African black mamba
and nowhere near
as outright venomous
step over them freely
my brothers, my sisters
though they
hiss and may strike
nothing to fear here at all
SIDELINED
trying to sideline us
even beyond the margins
trying to close us down
crimp this space
so we can’t
say
anything
to each other
conflating what we
have here
what we here explore,
revise, deconstruct, analyze,
extend,
with what machine-handle
wood block slogans
you are ratcheting up
in that
pre-industrial cogs and
wheels
machine you exaggerate
in the history
of philosophy
and psychology
that you call a brain
bringing us down
to your level
level not just flat, one
dimensional
but steamrollered until
the molecules that
bind
hold-together
cannot give any more


SOUPER
it is the souper
souped-up cup
supermen ubermensch
teams of eleven Messis
eleven Cristiano Ronaldos
each managed
by eleven Pep
Guardiolas
no offside law, infinite
omniscient VAR
four quarters, half-
time penalty shoot-outs
everyone wins but
survival of the fittest
massive
reigns supreme
most gladiatorial of
all festivals of galactico
those about to do
do salute
load of their shoulders
now no stupid
qualifying
the algorithm determines
and (above all) relegation free
giving the people
the fans
exactly what
they have been told to want
(who says you can’t get
exactly what
we want?)
no boring overthink
of structures, formations,
systems, tactics
in fact no such thing
as tactics at all
the numbers
determine
FOOTPRINT
your brain is
suffering the side effects
of El Nino
there is too heavy a
carbon footprint in
the cerebral cortex
fossil fuel deposits
there are there but
should not be
touched
until fossilized further
but the whole can be used
just like camera to get
critical snapshots
so we can do a cross
and longitudinal section
analysis
to determine what
across a lifeless mental desert
are the
climate change short
and
long-term effects
FEAST
Thank God that guy Pope
never put me in his Dunciad
or any other
South African poets there
for that matter
which is a bit
beyond belief
long since Roy Campbell
Wayzgoosed everybody
from Cape Town to
Durban to Maritzburg
Joburg and Pretoria
enough idiots with pens
and processors around now
to make
any such revival
a royal satirical feast.
QUESTION MARK
thank you
for not inviting me
to your
prestigious event
not up
to your level
I think I get
the message
we poetic bottom-
feeders must
take what
we can get
but is it not
“true”, by
definition that
anything appearing
on this stage
part
of this show
is horribly compromised,
by no means
capable of
doing
what words
should do?