Really enjoyed reading this poem today from paulwelsh27 blog.
Summer’s Stately Home
bell ringing Fordism for carters and nags
past sounds sipped by male moustached lips
brazen beer breath hawkers
pulling equine straight-on
gallops are the death
Victorians without clean drinking water
drunken socialists are red lava over wealth redistribution
Locksmithery struck from the Plebian curriculum
hot tracing sunshine blazing trails towards tour guides eyes
hallelujah for Marx’s opium
Exocet missile rays of distraction
cracked elbows on cracked glass
mongrel mania
great house and greater leader
Volk love, scalped, handled hearts
Yoke
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A tough piece to read, but on second perusal I understand much more of it. Thank you for sharing.
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