The Dark Clouds Hang So Low – Written Monday 21st December 2020 (Aged 45)

The Dark Clouds Hang So Low

lorries back up
in the car park of england
the december cold
adds a sharpness
to the post brexit dream
as a pandemic imposes borders
of which those sepia zealots
could only ever dream
lost as we are,
on wars we claim to have won
long ago
lost as we are,
over a football match
and a tournament
we won long ago
this bankrupt place
sits at europe’s bus station
with its empty battered suitcase
individuals,
clean their doorsteps
and add compassion
to their neighbours soft hope
the wicked pantomime villains
cackle beneath their dark blue cloaks
is it wrong to laugh a little
and even drink up a little of the,
i told you so,
hurry now, hurry now
the dark clouds do hang low




James Garratt – Monday 21st December 2020


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