IN NOVEMBER 13

for AG, RB, DP, AN, SM

Pope Francis says, "tie
the corrupt to a rock and throw
them in the sea." A man
living in social housing
instead of having a well-lit
second home may
count himself a failure.

In our society is a mass
sense of entitlement, induced
subliminally, but without much
subtlety. I tried that once.

Home office send a letter
to 7 year old boy
telling him to leave
the country voluntarily or
his departure may be enforced.

Jeez... Amidst death,
debris and desperation
a newborn human
learns to latch on.

The Yorkshire Post won't let me
run anymore adverts.
Gardinski replies;

"What if there is not enough ocean?"

HOW THEY MADE THE BETTER WORLD

for AH, RB, CF, JW, NF, TH

Anna plucked the sunshine from the dusk
Rachel raised the catflap to let the mice out
Cheryl fashioned time from the silvered workings of a watch
Jenny printed money on torn copies of The Advertiser
Nuala distilled love from a column of lonely-hearts
Tracy drew speech from stones

Tracy drew speech from stones
Anna plucked the sunshine from the dusk
Nuala distilled love from a column of lonely-hearts
Rachel raised the catflap to let the mice out
Cheryl fashioned time from the silvered workings of a watch
Jenny printed money on torn copies of The Advertiser

BORG

for RB

My campaign of reinventing myself
b/c of some bad things
from the HBO original series,
Star Trek TOS or TOS
and also know as terms

of use and terms and
conditions, are rules which one
must agree to abide by
the following code of conduct
for Members of the House

of Lords on the standards
of conduct expected in them.
The committee fulfils this role
by gathering and exchanging information
and experience to identify labour

market policies that provide adequate
protection to workers without impeding
resource reallocation. For LICs the
AUI and DUI for AUI
did not match any documents.

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DER SPIEGEL 41/1980

for RB

Outside the Festival Hall: Rachel Brodie, 11,
wanted to do with what was happening to
the Labour Party Conference in Blackpool 
Winter Gardens to nothing,

though their parents as delegates, but participated. 
With youthful idealism, they distributed 
a pamphlet to which they protested
against the 'sexism' of a Labour badge

that is offered for sale since one and a half years
everywhere: "Ditch the bitch".

BURN DOWN THE JOBCENTRE PLUS

for RB

Burn down the Jobcentre Plus
The Jobcentre has to burn
They've got no jobs for none of us
The Jobcentre has to burn

Burn down the Jobcentre Plus
I'll get the matches and petrol
Burn it quick without a fuss
I'll get the matches and petrol

Burn down the Jobcentre Plus
Burn those bastard machines
They've got no jobs for none of us
Burn those bastard machines

Burn down the Jobcentre Plus

I'll get the matches and petrol

Burn it quick without a fuss

I'll get the matches and petrol

Incited by this article: click here

WEST GORTON GHOST TOWN

for RB

These streets still have names; Wenlock Way, Lloyd Walk,

Basechurch Walk, Skarratt Close. White boards; windows,

doors. Cars from Safeguarding Children over the road.

A bus stop. A fifteen storey tower block with satellite.

I wrote this on the internet: modern archaeology.

Three Police Community Support Officers (PCSOs).

Google maps; faces blurred, anonymised, a dog,

a child in a pink coat with her hand raised. One click; 

they separate like ghosts. All of them are gone.

WORK FOR THE OLD BILL: AN ELEGY

for RB

I was pleased to see DCI Jack Meadows
find regular work on The Street,

Glad the Dales had provided a home
for PC Leon Taylor and Sgt June Ackland.

DS Phil Hunter has gone undercover
in London's East End,

But I would not go to Waterloo Road
to find the newly promoted Dale Smith,

And what of the missing and unemployed?
Where DC Mickey Webb? Where WPC Polly Page?

CID? How do you spell that then?
Reg Hollis nearly killed himself.


Written with recourse to my new favourite wiki: The Bill Wiki

Sound recording here: Soundcloud

BURRS: A DISAMBIGUATION

for RB

Stuck in its fur,

the cat was covered

in burrs. Chandler

Burr, who said queer

was like being born

left handed. Burrs

in the throat; R's

flipped and turned

in the Nurth–

East or the Norse

Borr, who fathered

Odin, war monger

and chief of Asgard.

Raymond Burr,

Ironside's wheelchair,

Perry Mason, lawyer.

Gore Vidal's Burr

from his Empire

Narratives. Burr,

the village in Nebraska.

Richard Burr, the senator

from North Carolina,

staunch Republicurn

and son of a minister.

Or maybe burrs,

tungsten carbide cutters

used in dentistry that turn

so fast a touching finger's

skin will flex away unhurt.

And lastly Burr,

a relatively young crater

on Callisto, moon of Jupiter.

Disambiguated in its fur

like meteors

bound for fertilizing earth.

ON ST. CORNELIUS DAY

for RB

Amid the din of the chickens and lambs
that cried as our knives slit their throats,
through the blood sludge and slaughterhouse
air of their temple, the Roman inspector
made sure of our sin. We did quick work
to be done before He could see. Outside,
men we had prayed with last week screamed
at our brothers not to come in, their voices
faltering under a gurgling froth of blood
as the centurions steamed in with swords
and battle shields raised to martyr them.
When we stumbled out into the sun
from one sacrifice to the other, we saw
one death was better and we were ashamed.

Shame outlives tyrants in villages smaller
than tongues and memories are long. Talk
of our sin and our cowardice echoed
for decades around the markets and churches
and, even if we flayed our own backs with knives, 
we were Romans to them and they could not forgive.

TSUNAMI

for RB

It came out of the sky and over the tops of buildings and up

out the sewers and smashed into windows and doors. A bailiff

that swept away families, spilled into gutters, collecting their debris —

a pushchair, a repossessed car, a settee, cutlery, carpets —

ripped off the floorboards, the walls, bare concrete and broken

to fists of rubble. A rising onrush of misery; batons and helmets,

a crash of riot shields thundering inland and northwards.

Some say the levees were purposefully weakened, that sluice gates

had not undergone the mandatory checks, flood defence budgets

were cut. Four years of waters continuing to rise, it's swim or die

or be eaten by the sharks, contract dysentery or starve or buy a speedboat.