Going backwards to forward
singing heard from silent music bland
a symphony written by frustrated orchestras
song sheets for the blind with notes set in invisible fonts
by the voice from the cave for civilized beggars in alms houses
to soothe broken minds and malignant bodies
elixir to  impaired ghosts afraid of ghosts
bed-time fables of sans heroic cowards
designer putty ***** lots seasoned
the osmosis of feral ignorance
juvenile anti Neoliberalism
on Jarrow marches we are
the old money killers
punch drunk, saps
agitators, thugs
today's jokers
cannot see
the joke
is You
you
you