A Requiem For The Heavyweights

by G.E. Simons

There are incidents of disgrace

In public office, breathe a stench of Eton musk

There are arcing lights of understatement

Beneath porcupine trees

And in the leaves

Of leather bound document cases

Under nuclear skies

In the belting heat of the desert

Where Sir enjoyed a bloody good lunch

There are incidents of amnesty

In colour supplements

Chances to plant olive trees in Palestine

Under gunmetal skies

In the conditioned air of boardrooms

Two kitchens, four bathrooms etc.

Beneath portraits of men

And in the attaché

Of contractual obligations

Then there is the gutter for the rest of us