Crying in Hiccoughs

Adieu, Lady Queen (1992 Sept 4th)

20 Tended in 25 years. One is ugly odd, Seven is deadly odd. Two is lively even, And in being even, lies hope. So, let’s go even, The world’s gone two, For, this death was bred by one, One is ugly odd. Adieu, Lady Queen (1992 Sept 4th) Lioness, lioness, midwife lioness, With whiskers licked clean dry, The blood stained manes of thy kin, Unfold the mystery of the feast. Lioness, lioness, midwife lioness, In your smouldering bloating cemeteries, Digest the past, the present and the future, Of a foundation once laid and nurtured. But then O! midwife lioness, In this gyrating wheel of being, What vanitas vanitatum, quelle debris! What corput mortum, man is? And when the Caller calls, dear lioness, Neither military might nor glittering gold, Neither their Excellencies nor their Lordships, Can the eternal order change. 21 So, in this sniggering snivelling adieu, None other but the chosen you must pass, Pass, with nothing but open palms, For nothing lasts, all pass, As the eternal ages run. Depleted Harvest The harvest is depleted, The beggars’ alms pans empty, There is want in the land of plenty, There is cry where the milk did flow. Donkey years of chaos, Years of calamities, Our lakes explode in anger, Our markets pick fire at will, And schools collapse standing. The owls hoot in mournful tones, The sky is cast in dark ridges, There’s red rain at the horizon And mothers quake in fears. Let’s do something to save them, This wasn’t the dream of our forebears, Tell petite Jean, the Moses, The Red Sea is now red. ...