A REVOLUTIONARY TO HIS TIM'ROUS LOVE

When I began to change myself
into another language, I felt nervous
because I thought the whole world
was coming in me. And because I was affected
I needed a Big Bang
and I can explode matter like Fascists.

So it seems that when you saw the explosion
you felt frightened
because you'd thought to cling to dreams
of golden mountains singing Free Markets.
It sounds like you need security.
I can give you power in place of dreams.
How about it?

THE FREE MARKET

Here everything has a price. See the snaking lines of men

queuing around the echoing hall of barking butchers

to cut out their eyes. £10 for your sight!

To cut off their hands in the slicing machines.

£10 for a touch! This is the desk in the entrance foyer

where you can humiliate yourself for strips of bacon fat.

£10 for your dignity! Kiss goodbye to that dress madame,

those plastic pearls about your throat. Here you are no-one.

Sit over there and answer that telephone.

These are the children with cough candy for teeth

and liquorice fingers, biting each other in piles 

like starved pups eating their mother. £10 for your bubs 

if full for my starving daughter. Smoked sausage, kippers, finny haddock! 

The ladies and gents leer from the stalls in the fish parlour.

They lick their teeth with oil slick tongues. £10 for a leg!

£10 for a touch of the flesh. Nothing is free, but money

is not the only currency here. £10 for your boy for the night!

£10 for your kidney! Here is small beer for your refreshment.

Vicks for the smell. Opiates for pain for as little as a finger.

Everything for sale. Come buy. Everyone has a price.