#306 - a clatter of hooves

 

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3.xi.20

306

a clatter of hooves

 

a little trumperie

for the Cretan Liar series

 

 

flog a live horse

today’s the day

 

and even without the cheering

from the sweep –

Vow and Declare

Master of Reality

Warning

Ashrun

The Chosen One

Miami Bound

 

aren’t these all zeitgeisties?

and later for Fido tinned

to lick clean

 

form the wagons in a circle

here come the indigenes

 

breathless for the finish

and a rotten world on fire

 

pull a warm bible up over our ears

whistle till it’s safe

rough baby saviour ours

it’s all about him

 

today’s the day

but it’s their tomorrow

won’t matter what he throws at it

 

a clatter of hooves

and truth’s terror

 

according to anyone

don’t listen

 

then give me a toothy conspiracy

 

don’t ever disturb them at their dinner

 

if the world is fucked

what action?

 

count the truthful statements

measure them with life

 

a wailing gnash

some weeping

show me the open grave won’t you

and I’ll go

how many today is it now?

 

ask – who has the guns?

who has the numbers?

 

still early to bury

let’s wait for the rush

 

won’t this be a suffragette trample

you’re the sort I’ve seen before

won’t matter you say now or next

 

first past the post

barbarians back

all by and on the nose

 

out and make your difference

a real and present danger

 

you know Atilla rarely dismounted

ate meals, slept, procreated in the saddle

 

you cannot expect reason will prevail

 

it’s round the furlong post

dead flowers for the union dead

 

enjoy seeing a god piss them off

that’s what I’d like to do

some casual cruelty of course

some humiliation

 

and don’t blame me or moralize

these are just names I drew from the sweep

 

remember how once had the hills at a gallop?

as if no one had lived the land before

we were handing out strange names

 

it’s a little bird told me

white hats and they always win