This Pig Society
all selling, or telling
forgot about the gelling together
of aught that matters
till we tipped past the point
of diminished returns to ruminate
instead on what a rich man earns
and caponised the germ
of all that once promised
in a swinish lust to fill our own pockets
gave a child faced strangler
the keys to the bank
to share the gold among the chinless ranks
and spring loose such plans of destitution
to the east, to the west, to the north
past Luton
where he walks in the same shoes
as they who condemned
the children of our black lunged, dusted brethren