This All Dies

 

 

 

     Schools do not like the creative

temperament that be driven to break the mould,

   yet, if the money smells nice, if it seems

right and fattens the purse;

     it is a temperament that ‘can’

  be acknowledged so - and so,

     ‘the language of vice is introduced and lo,

         they are sponsored, not groomed!’

 

     Oh to bathe in England’s artificial light,

artificial glory – the incandescence of a

   mountainous carpet where all swept underneath

now shining so molten – all raged for a fight,

      ‘my eyes are averted as the last vestige of vision,

              no longer required.’

 

                  Cat Stevens once asked;-

                                  ‘Where do the children play?’

 

     Now we have thought police and,

if you do not admire the fake above the polyester,

you’re under the carpet too and so,

   it is not that this all dies,

      it is more the case;-

                        ‘this soul dies!’

 

Michael J Waite 17th October 2024.