elephant silently
steps past
slumbering
baby
by
trees,
by
wind,
humming
lullabies.

gently she pushes
in that shy way

"everything you had
has been taken
today"

pain is absent
in this flow

somethings 'tis
just to be let
go

patiently the
touched rested

stoics to be
truly tested

holding dear
to abate fear

faith

that wreaths
return
on
Styxs tidal water.

Beyond bewildered that one of class
empowered by playing politics.
Dare now to claim ground so far distance
from democractic vote as good practise .

Rule; a shameful parade dressed in colours
and ideology popular hued
resplendently stained by party failures
to engage despite pressed powers used.

Influence from Baron's of paper print
devoted to preserving the city state.
Machiavelli and power of the prince
Used against democracy as vile hate

That we demos, the people, maintain
the laws that protect as one, the same

self indulgence the poet's
right
or plunder.

colliding emotions
into passages
set drifting off
flounder into
minds

and

canker in their own juices

until

they monster out
reborn in another .
alien eruption
howling of what loss?

fine, poet, to spew
into your mouth.
to purge.
swallow.

ruminate and then compose
Your self.

stinking rag piles
human effluent
with no
sewer to
sanitise.

I am the purge.
pocket of
gasoline
a spark in
the night.

screams call the victory
of
sweet vapours
over
living ****.

I breathe it in,
off my fingers,
as I leave.

affronted
by words
crafted to
incite
a gale howls
in protest.
I temper.
response to
goad is
your lead.
I set leeward
in spite.

smug as June's rose.
pumped up pride.
there she goes
with
sisters side to side.
hands clenched as fist
and holding feathers
white. The gist:
'cause you shame
our fighting brothers.

eyes are haunted
though.
the love she
hides for other
than her soldier
in Flanders
who beats her
sore
when ashore.

so brave, bearer of white feathers,
where is your courage tethered.