A Post-Election Triptych
Tuesday, 08 October 2024 21:01

A Post-Election Triptych

Published in Poetry

Fourteen Years

Fourteen years have torn the nation’s soul,
Ripped it apart & warped it with hate,
History will recount the Tory toll.

Austerity, Brexit, Windrush, Grenfell,
Atos, Partygate, Do Not Resuscitate—
Fourteen years have torn the nation’s soul.

Social murder of 300,000 souls
Defenestrated from the welfare state—
History will recount the Tory toll:

Duncan-Smith, Miller, Coffey, Stride: roll
Of dishonour scratched on a suicide slate—
Fourteen years have torn the nation’s soul.

Foodbanks, homeless spikes, poor doors: portals
To Osborne’s Brutannia, May’s hostile template,
History will recount the Tory toll.

The fourteen-year trauma in rhetorical scroll:
FIT FOR WORK. MAKE WORK PAY. STOP THE BOATS. HATE
MARCHES. SICKNOTE CULTURE
—score the nation’s soul.
History will recount the Tory toll.

 

The Spanish Plume (¡No Pasarán!)
On the far right anti-immigrant riots of 30 July-5 August 2024

¡No Pasarán!
¡No Pasarán!

To those who want their country back
All over again
Who want to stop the boats
The immigrant Armadas

Post-Southport
Colophon
¡No Pasarán!
¡No Pasarán!

White riots & arsons of hostels
Giving refuge to refugees
The pearl-before-swine white &
& gammon red
Of the St George Cross
The florid grimace
The shaven head

(The Butcher’s Aprons
That prop up a principleless prime minister
Patriotic optics
Of this empty suit
Who puts “country” before “party”
In his Government of “Service”
At the travestied altar
Of failed austerity)

Race riots
What was it Enoch Powell once said…?
Now frog-faced Farage
Nazi-cut Tommy Robinson
(Stephen Yaxley-Lennon)
With his Agincourt haircut
& his EDL Lads
Of Dale & Fell
Come to tramp our standards down

¡No Pasarán!
To these tinpot fascists
& Greggs-sated racists
Temperatures creeping up
As the Spanish Plume turns England’s rump
Boiling crimson
To a gammon shank,
A piglet on a spit.

 

[Note: Spanish Plume: a plume of warm air that we experienced in August 2024
¡No Pasarán!: They Shall Not Pass! Anti-fascist slogan of the Republican side in the Spanish Civil War (1936-39)]

 

He Never Promised Us a Rose Garden

It started there fourteen years ago
The rosettes were blue & yellow then,
Now the rose is red—though fast-fading
To compromising pink, almost purpling—
But the rhetoric is as thorny as before,
Pricked with hackneyed tropes once deployed
To precipitate austerity;
Now, the government, under the banner
Of Labour (but Labour In Name Only:
LINO), even lack the imagination
To use their own idiolect to announce
A recursion of cuts, trot out exactly
The same prickly phrases:
“Difficult decisions”, “tough choices”,
“All in it together" (haven't we all heard
That one before? & taken the punchline
Straight on the chin), & what we all
Desperately hope (though hope is not something
He promised) is actually meant this time—
That: “The biggest burdens” will fall
On “the broadest shoulders”—will they,
This time? Or is this code once again
For not-very-covert evisceration
Of the tattered remnants of the welfare state?
Too terrible to contemplate—
October bodes ominous: another butcher’s
Budget, Reeves taking a fiscal cleaver
To everything... The latest Starmerite
Betrayal as he straps himself into his
Blue-&-white-striped apron... “Country
Before party”... everything, seemingly,
Before party, until he forgets which party
He’s supposed to be leading...
But would it be betrayal? He might
Have sloganeered on a ticket of “Change”
But he otherwise made few promises,
Offered caution & stability,
I.e. more traditional Conservatism,
Less chaotic (emptily patriotic,
Cue ubiquitous Union Jacks that flank him
Wherever his flushed poker face surfaces),
But he never promised us a rose garden.

“Salty Terms” to Deter Asylum Seekers
Tuesday, 08 October 2024 21:01

“Salty Terms” to Deter Asylum Seekers

Published in Poetry

“Salty Terms” to Deter Asylum Seekers

(An extended villanelle or 'villanelle-vague')

“If they don’t like barges then they should f*** off back to France”
                     —Lee Anderson MP, Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party

“Lee Anderson expresses the righteous indignation of the British people. Yes, he does it in salty terms”
                    —Alex Chalk MP, Justice secretary

Conservatives ride crests of wavering votes,
Divide & rule the waves over coercible
Tabloid-fed electors, booming STOP THE BOATS.

Few tears for refugees who can’t stay afloat
Or who are deported as undesirables—
Conservatives ride crests of wavering votes;

But tributes brim over when the Titan implodes
As billionaire hubris turns a submersible
Into a timebomb—there are sobs for certain boats.

Jenrick gives ‘reception centres’ a few thick coats
To cover up too-welcoming cartoon murals—
Conservatives ride crests of wavering votes;

Traumatised children tasked to take bitter note
That Britain’s the place to re-burst their bubbles
Buoyed by tabloids booming STOP THE BOATS.

They fled war & torture to be made scapegoats
With mouthfuls of red rags dripped on by Whitehall—
Conservatives ride crests of wavering votes.

Unaccompanied minors going missing in smoke;
‘Gammon’ vigilantes storming “migrant hotels”
Buoyed by tabloids booming STOP THE BOATS.

“Fuck off back to France” or board Bibby Stockholm’s
Bacterial lab of xenophobic microbials—
Conservatives ride crests of wavering votes;

Language as “salty” as seawater that chokes
Refugees’ lungs—toxic rhetoric makes coral
& skeletons for Davy Jones’ Locker. STOP. BOATS.

Crossing the Rubicon of bloodred tropes,
English-channelling Nigel Farage & Enoch Powell—
Slavering Braverman craves wavering votes;

“Luxury beliefs” like compassion & hope
Spouted from “ivory towers” by liberals,
Blown out of the water of thought.  STOP THE BOATS.

Bash “lefty lawyers” as unpatriotic Woke,
Spike public discourse & puncture inflatables—
Conservatives ride crests of wavering votes;
They TOOK BACK CONTROL
just to shout STOP THE BOATS.