SIMPLY SPLIT OPEN
(for Nadine
Dorries MP)
it takes just
one, two
circling vulture
capitalists to turn
your pantomime into
a Euripides
he who knew
there is nothing unfiltered
about your pleasure, your
laughter, your
freedoms
see: out of
the bones of that
shark-stripped audience
arises this small, tight-
knit grisly chorus
whose allegiance already shifting towards
Dionysus, away from the
Sun, lubricated by
blood (old rituals
for old curses)
in the wings, I suppose, Brecht and
Beckett
fidget their
way through
space
and time
the stage is dark classroom, laboratory
for all who itch for
terrible truth, sit
fiendishly waiting
the worst of
all Empires not
yet
in writing
dumb show this
let the
puppets express until
they simply split open
in death
one size, one ta ta
goodnight sweet
ladies measure fits all.