In the passage of windless howls
oh how they gnash and growl
but tell us do tell
how in this village of serrated onyxes
where soap less barbarians in levis
heave Caesar's Standard
as invaders earn lucre and run markets
and moors with swords
cut stylised groves to joyous maidens screams
thus in this insulated island
with insulated minds and fantasied zealots
tell us do tell us
how barbarians can get into our head
would it be the wisdom of fools with clouded visions
or the acid tones of Eves in hock to ten serpents and a cobra
or the might of the eunuchs
who leaves all the heavy lifting to tan and brown
or the great pretenders who talk the talk but runs from walking
the walk
or perchance the stealth of the trickster with the book of tricks
in large prints on flood-lit billboards
in our village of wonder-less unmentionables
and onyxes lamentable with ignorance regrettable
tell us, do tell us please
how such as these
could get into our laudable head
do skunks and voles drink champagne from Chrystal flutes
tell us please do tell us