LIKE ALL THAT WENT BEFORE

a world without empathy
freezing everybody out
and every
candidate still
alive desperate to
make a killing as
President in
our species’ final days

but I thought of
taking a holiday before
that goes down
thought of
a packed lunch
and trip
into the darkness

place where time is
irrelevant, everything
is indifferent, no
one, nothing
there to care
what you did or
did not do, said or
did not say

and whilst I am away
who will care what
should happen
to any place of
rest, any
casket contents

what obscene jokes,
derisory comments my
bones will be called
to partake in

just a little, grotesque
marionette theatre
like all
that went before

NOT TO PREACH ABOUT PREACHY TREES

NOT TO PREACH ABOUT PREACHY TREES

Just read a
line from
Wendy Xu in
which she
speaks of
“preachy trees”

lucky no one
in Mafs sees the
trees as preachy otherwise
they would all be
climbing them

it’s a town of shortcuts and
who would begrudge them
a quick primrose path
should one
fall into their imagining

only that it falls
brutally short
doesn’t even touch
cloud let alone scrape
the stratosphere

leaving their Heaven denies not only
but no chance to get to
steal any magical
wealth from
the green beanstalk giant

stuck there helpless but
boiling over with sacred sure-
bet hope whilst
the fire-brigade is on
its speedy red-shift
screamingly scarlet way to
lower them down
gently one-
by-
one (complete
antithesis to
rapture)

saved from a fate
worse than fate

stuck in a poet’s
anthropomorphic metaphor.

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