The Accumulation of Capital
Marx and Engels almost drained this bar in Soho,
finishing ‘The Manifesto of the Communist Party’.
Thirsting for another round, I consider pickpockets,
not the ones working streets and malls,
or those in pulpits pilfering what’s left in minds,
but the one kitted out like a toff,
currently lifting my friend’s wallet. I ram
the full force of justice behind his knees
and haul him to his feet, lecture him, mercilessly,
on the nature of Capitalism, how it encourages thieves.
First published in the Morning Star
I Saw A New World Being Assembled
In the tenements
there were workers
who built dreams for others,
singers who got drunk
on rebel songs,
fighters who fought
in the workplace
and lost every round.
All were in revolt
against their masters
one way or another.
I saw a new world
in a sweatshop, dreamers,
singers, fighters, unfurled
a union flag, voices
were bolted and welded into one.
From Militant Thistles, militantthistles.moonfruit.com