Sunday 12 March 2023

Easterhouse epiphany Via Dolorosa (second draft)


Under flagstone gulches strikes white to shuddering 

a bell curves from the CSj, its fount of life, Damascene

desiccating birthhouses roving at the sill 

with a Bobby heritability curling 

a Baroness Biblica Berridge to 

its cursed 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 

slu tossing Lebensborn e.V. around the green laid paper  

a deeper, whiter scar snakes up the underside of 

the British Religious Right 

under Companies House 

goes quiet the boat length 

its nautical mile streamlining 

statutory CARE & now all is forgotten, 

its voice stammering to chock mantra:

the Biblical family life is highly valued, 

godly parented taught & practiced, 

where husband & wife embrace 

male servant leadership & joyful female submission 

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Divine aid altimeter speaking in eaten roses 

& blame ailing the reformation of manners

in my eyes no crude surfeit, 

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 quiet crawling again

through many a coming year 

devoted a drooping heart, 

a life Special Rapporteur on Extreme Poverty, 

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

under Easterhouse epiphany IDS militating Via Dolorosa

economic promises the smallest injuries, 

& lowliness & tenderness to allow doubt to leak 

inside liabilities self

costed to killing the ledger our 

Heavenly Benefactor,, 

The Family Breakdown Working Group

a report template, audible crags 

sinks through the theme of 

some transient song,, unsung 

a single name a good heart:

to be beneath the gelding falls 

the closing ranks, O

cheeps its own mew out

to rend this dotage as you go encroaching epiphanies,

the intergenerational Montgomeries

trapped on blighted transmissions pale

legacies of boreholes weakly corked 

the Chairman of the Social Justice Policy Group 

a childe good as breaking Beveridge’s optimism 

in a petri dish plea-filled & bended, 

Biblica beneath a baronetcy 

through a gap’s totality 

the biological enemy, Today?

Slacking at work, 

living off the state, 

union mob rule. 

Tomorrow? O very humble, Lord Farmers 

generational pickering pathways to poverty,

its terrible to see furies punishing 

as they thread & thrum 

all that lived, or liked, or loved  

thumbscrewing in dadless sermons 

from two past downturns 

you let something out:

1): A child in the shape of an evangelical scalar blowpipe 

2): the entire service of my love

3):the Red Tape Challenge

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.