Saturday, December 08, 2012

it was thirty two years ago today - 8 December '80

This poem was an impromptu response to hearing the news:



They say imagine

no more humane songs

and this at Christmas –


the fir trees baubles

weighted many-fold

like lead. He finds


his final peace

through this destruction –

no longer shall he ache


for universal love.

Crushed like a beetle

closer to Colorado


than his scouser’s home.


Perhaps gun-toting Reagan

will sleep in peace, relieved

at another “pinko’s” demise.


             Malcolm Evison – 9 December 1980

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