I would have thought it was pretty apparent by now
\nAnd our illuminated arch-backed
\nRailways
\nDon’t tell us why
\nAnd our gasping enclosures
\nNew builds
\nDon’t tell us why
\nAnd our careful vigilantes
\nMen
\nDon’t tell us why
\nAnd our promised blowing clarity
\nWinds
\nDon’t tell us why
\nBut Pablo Neruda
\nTells us why
\nAnd we don’t so much as look at each other
\nLooking up to promises
\nAnd down to thoughts
\nDressing to a flower-like predestination
\nOf private buffets
\nHarbouring immaterial desires for
\nCommon diasporas
\nWith these nobles all vanguished
\nFilling the jails and rehabs
\nWhen you’ve accepted your loved ones
\nAre victimised by some aristocrat’s invented necessity
\nAnd no it won’t do to pretend, bear out this, bitter as the stalk
\nBitter as Freddy
\nCome with a strength of merciful project
\nOf fury set to justice
\nCourted, resorted
\nForgiving, solitary crowd
\nThink again of train sets
\nOver brilliant cold welcoming hills
\nOr mournful priority
\nOr weighted footsteps
\nAll clean for the strength of their
\nRotten alcohol
\nStretching your telescope for want of universal sight
\nYou bar the land
\nAnd I can’t convey other
\nThan my vision aches,
\nBut let me attest
\nA cherished assiduous tenderness
\nWhen your crutch becomes your bi-annual limb
\nThe warmth of my life
\nThe blood in my piss.
\nThe French Revolution
\nWas where Dickens drew the line
\nAnd to the obviate
\nTop one hundred installers
\nYour great and central discourses
\nDon’t include me
\nAnd I hope they never do
\nDear, they are your mistake
\nWords double round the fountain
\nOne person’s invention
\nIs another person’s intervention
\nAnd seek no claim of higher permanence
\nLike climbing drainpipes
\nNowhere
\nNowhere
\nCharge with me
\nHopeful, humble, provisional
\nSure of disgrace
\nCharge
\nThe gates of balmoral
\nFor relief
\nFor our time<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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