.jpg "Explore Where We're Looking for Aliens")
 Share
|
« Previous Daily-dish | Next Daily-dish » |
Email
Print
|
A Poem For Today
ByPolitics:
How it makes of your face a stone
that aches to weep, of your heart a fist,
clenched or thumping, sweating blood, of your tongue
an iron latch with no door. How it makes of your right hand
a gauntlet, a glove-puppet of the left, of your laugh
a dry leaf blowing in the wind, of your desert island discs
hiss hiss hiss, makes of the words on your lips dice
that can throw no six. How it takes the breath
away, the piss, makes of your kiss a dropped pound coin,
makes of your promises latin, gibberish, feedback, static,
of your hair a wig, of your gait a plankwalk. How it says this
politics to your education education education; shouts this
Politics! to your health and wealth; how it roars, to your conscience
moral compass truth, POLITICS POLITICS POLITICS.
that aches to weep, of your heart a fist,
clenched or thumping, sweating blood, of your tongue
an iron latch with no door. How it makes of your right hand
a gauntlet, a glove-puppet of the left, of your laugh
a dry leaf blowing in the wind, of your desert island discs
hiss hiss hiss, makes of the words on your lips dice
that can throw no six. How it takes the breath
away, the piss, makes of your kiss a dropped pound coin,
makes of your promises latin, gibberish, feedback, static,
of your hair a wig, of your gait a plankwalk. How it says this
politics to your education education education; shouts this
Politics! to your health and wealth; how it roars, to your conscience
moral compass truth, POLITICS POLITICS POLITICS.
This is the first official poem by the new poet laureate of Great Britain, Carol Ann Duffy.
