Category: war
Rough music for her passing
Ran Tan Tan
Ran Tan Tan
I will bang my pots and pans
on Ludgate Hill,
by Bridie’s Well,
the day she makes her trip to Hell.
Flag-covered gun carriage
crosses cobbles, carries
She who
hobbled a nation.
The Fleet’s the Styx,
the streets the bones,
feet kick up stones.
Backs are turned away from
a lady not for turning,
remembering is not mourning.
Ran Tan Tan
Ran Tan Tan
I will bang my pots and pans
on Ludgate Hill,
by Bridie’s Well,
the day she makes her trip to Hell.
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where there is harmony, may we bring dischord
The War on Women
I’ve been trying to keep this blog for poetry but I feel so disturbed and appalled by what is happening to women in the United States of America, that I am going to start posting about it here.
A fifteen year old girl is being accused of murder because she had a still-born baby at 36 weeks of her pregnancy. She faces a life-sentence…as I saw this, my father read this to me, from today’s Guardian newspaper: “…where infant mortality is on a par with Botswana…”. Where? Mississippi…where the above girl is being criminalised for losing her baby.
Roger Lloyd Pack recites Wilfred Owen
Who says poetry is not political? Certainly, not me.
broadcast #8
refrain of war speeding up…..the warped battlecry sung again…the death rattle of peace…the forecast is war…