Tuesday 3 September 2019

British Cabinet room practically as it was July 1914 (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)

From the cabinet room
Lord Salisbury used the
fireplace as a tool meaning
 soot would be cleaned a broom
made of birch and twigs,
an unusual and ingenious way of dealing
with smoke as oath of credit
 or malice by the door 
of a friendlier peace term 
more opulent than your 
 escargot in English,
bid this a courtesy title
radically simplified paltry, 
‘hopefully’ fertile and abject drudges 
 shaped in duck pate to the
golden fool for 140 hours 
a week suckered  at ‘very’ ‘due’ to
‘ongoing’ ‘equal’ ‘yourself’ ‘unacceptable’
and ‘no longer fit for purpose’
though it blew
back the wain of day into 
the 18th century safeguarding
of their brood 
shine the dumb men as thy
throng directly below the knight 
and above the gentlemen,
clinker in pay point spine 
dry-beat gamma-ray 
photons, can eject eligible children
 whipped at the crofts every morning
out like a chain of legally
entrenched Red Teams
incentivised to overcome  
a little speck like you
climbing back into the
soil you came from,
nodding off with carillons again to
see new possibilities
of jesting o bleach 
empery the vine leaves with
gilded haw peat
the front door from our blood or a
substance that looks like it
does not mark you out
from love of the archaic
charm they should know
and remember devices prow
of this shore as stranded, even now
more barren more austere 
to crown his rod and say 
a key to all the chiding
of pain eyes which never
rise survey look
out upon this mulch and pray
a little less lawful than your 
kind is going down into the
fly ash, lime and bentonite 
while Jeff Bezos 
is explicitly trying to revive the 
Mueller vision and 
Britain should be helping him
do it much, much faster!