Wednesday 8 March 2023

Easterhouse epiphany Via Dolorosa Part 1 (draft/unfinished)

Under flagstone gulches stricken white 

Damascene condemned & shuddering again  

the bell curves from the CSJ* its fount of life, 

desiccating birthhouses roving at the sill 

with a Bobby heritability & strategic priorities curl

Baroness Biblica Berridge to a curses gurgle,

“I do wish that some in the Com­munion

& in the C of E leadership would appreciate that

Conserva­tives care about poverty;

but we believe it is solved by strong families,

education, and work.”

Philippanthropie Pure with you, O 

piercing luminary of social utility under a tightened screw 

wrought in family based arrangements 

 to be infected a teary Christian crosses in public 

tossing Lebensborn e.V. around the green laid paper  

a deep, white scar snakes up the underside of 

the British Religious Right 

struck under Companies House 

quiet goes the boat length 

its nautical mile streamlining 

statutory CARE & now all is forgotten, 

out of freshest fair oaks

a voice stammering to chock the mantra:

the Biblical family life is highly valued, 

godly parented taught & practiced, 

where husband & wife embrace 

male servant leadership & joyful female submission 

, today's £7 million from Somerset Capital

Mike Royal.  Mike Kelly. Shaun Bailey 

White saviourism - development &missionary work

 - reaching the unsaved,,charities named after the abolitionist 

evangelical Christian, William Wilberforce 

- e.g. Christian Guy meta-knives, clicking ha'p'orth

in constant dependence, Divine aid,

- an altimeter speaking in eaten roses 

& blame ailing cuticles 

&the reformation of manners

in my eyes no crude surfeit reigns 

a child out of each sallied deficit.

It is pleasing to witness this blessedness: to see

asperities gradually smoothing down, 

& roughnesses mellowing away: 

 while the subject of this happy change

experiences within, increasing measures

of comfort which diffuse around a feeling,

& the genial influences of that heavenly flame 

which can thus give life, & warmth & action, 

to what had been hitherto rigid & trite, 

looks up with gratitude says goodnight 

to be kept, crawling & again

through many a coming year devoting a drooping heart, 

a life Special Rapporteur on Extreme Poverty, 

to be shivering at the gale? blanching a faithful cheek? 

under Easterhouse epiphany creeps Via Dolorosa

IDS militating uneven circles

outside economic promises 

the smallest injuries, & lowliness & tenderness 

to allow doubt to leak inside audible crags 

liabilities cost killing the ledger to 

Heavenly Benefactor

The Family Breakdown Working Group

into a report template, 

sinks through the theme of 

some transient song,, a single name a good heart:

beneath the gelding falls 

the closing ranks, 

cheeps its own mew 

to rend this dotage as you go

encroaching epiphanies,

 a childe banned good as breaking 

the intergenerational Montgomeries

trapped on blighted transmissions

legacies of boreholes disadvantaged

weakly corked

the Chairman of the Social Justice Policy Group 

but. I’ve been working hard,, Beveridge’s optimism 

in a petri dish plea-filled & bended, 

Biblica beneath a baronetcy 

neatly packed up on the inside

through a gap’s totality into the biological enemy, Today?

Slacking at work, 

living off the state, 

union mob rule. 

O very humble, generational Lord Farmers

pickering pathways to poverty,

its terrible furies punishing 

cuts as they thread & thrum 

all that lived, or liked, or loved, 

You let something out.       

1): A child as an evangelical scalar blowpipe 

2): the entire service of my love

3):the Red Tape Challenge

as justice is unhinged screaming at each other in front of

Dragons’ Den star Duncan Bannatyne

& shame is a cruel mucosa breeding rescue culture

all else risks burning rings around idioglossias 

thumbscrewing in dadless sermons 

from two past downturns 

‘family based arrangements’ 

against it, strain upon strain.                             

Whatever has happened is of cost killing 

laid to rest; o 

in dynamic modelling

& choices simple optimism

bored cumbersome net downturns 

to hasten into the corner of high walls, 

the blocks of flats, all those grey, blind windows,

pouring out onto the courtyard

hands clutched round chests 

eyes away from it all, up the hill

the faint light that flickers from

my flag beside the minutes of

silence, putting to shame all ‘minutes of

silence’ anywhere, 

at any time, under any flag.