2018 04 – Poems

EUNUCHS UNITED

  • It was to be a bulwark
  •     against
  • the US
  • when the dog awoke
  •     and barked
  • bad cess to their
  •     domination
  • but what happened
  •     was more of
  • an aberration
  •     and
  • what was that about the
  •     power of
  • European trade unions
  •     with
  • brothers and sisters
  •     in
  • universal communion
  • a dispute in
  •     Birmingham
  •           Dublin
  • being a dispute
  •     in Paris
  •     or Berlin
  • worker’s power
  • in a great
  •     grand slam
  • the magic of
  •     Merlin
  • are we dreaming
  • as the human
  •     engineers
  • award
  •             the
  • human rights prize
  • to the
  •             opposition
  • in Venezuela
  • as just
  •              happened
  • or helped
  •             to bomb Libya
  • as individual nations
  •              to hide their
  • association with the EU.

Wilson John Haire

 

THE INKLINGS OF WHITEHALL

  • It’s James here, James the octopus.
  •   I’m involved in Brexit.
  • That can mean using lots of ink,
  •   and living on my wits.
  • Started discussions yesterday.
  •   The vaguer the better.
  • Wasn’t pushed into a corner
  •   by that Dublin letter.
  • Then someone tried to pin me down.
  •   But I am slippery.
  • My suckers were in their pockets
  •   demanding something free.
  • Sometimes I don’t want to be here.
  •   And other times not there.
  • A large cloud of ink does the trick.
  •   So follow, I’m nowhere.

Wilson John Haire.

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