Global high fliers

strangely captivated

by Big Ben from a yacht

London Bridge

Henley Regatta

all flowing past

like their gowns from Balmain

or glory holes of Mayfair.

 

High heels on lonely hard marble

of bright foyers

to camera flashes

lightning results

always the sun, for the rain

reminds them of peasants

tractors,

now it's X factors

and the world moves on.

 

They exchange their money

for lessons in etiquette

how to impress at Ascot

what to wear, how to behave

who to be seen with

to be humble to

as befits their station,

turning guilty backs

on old high stepping ideals

of a western polluted nation,

 

and the old red carpet gets rolled out

like a river of blood

flowing past and soon forgotten.