Thursday, June 5, 2014

Keep Calm

When there was nothing left to lose
Losers rioted for out of vogue
Scarcity stood in short supply

The news remained reoccurring
In its hourly dailies and weeklies’
Circulatory newness

Once in a while there were some
Dissenting conformists correct
In their protest against carrying on

And yet we walk with our hand baskets
Full of the world through the Supermarket
Past Eleusis and right down to Hades

Where sulfur stinks the most
And the fields of forever
Make mortal boredom merely


In the air over England