Monthly Archives: May 2013

Song for Aggrieved Gospel Choir

Justify
All you ever do is justify
You never ever want to tell me why
Like the margin on this song
You only justify

Justify
All you ever do is hint and lie
I never ever see you pause or sigh
Like a jury never wrong
You only justify

You really oughta
Wade in the water
Baptise
Don’t chastise
Your sons and daughters
Cos you only ever

Justify
Sweet disposition coming by and by
A plated head beneath the glowering sky
And like Salome’s John
You only justify

You really oughta
Wade in the water
Baptise
Don’t chastise
Cos you only ever

Justify
You only ever
Justify
Justify
Justify

La Ville Mourant

The broken ground holds echoes of vanquished conceits
As the freckled spume bobs idly in the mouth of the bay.
And all around the hills, mortgaged eyes stare unblinkingly
At the sharp edges and impertinent reflections of the city

The children under bridges
Little boxes on the ridges
The tellys and the fridges
Are slipping away. Losing their grip on the city

In a room, far away, unconcerned by value, stands the fiscal Priapus
Honouring his father, great mercantile Dionysus.
He points south and with a gesture, flaccid and untailored
Betrays the denizens, the citizens, the begin-agains of the city

The brokers in their stripes
The journos with their hypes
The lobbyists and their gripes
Are slipping away. Losing their grip on the city

But other, more ancient Gods know that the land endures
Gala will not become Grendel.
Rangi and Papa conspire and light will join with earth
So that narrow men will cast no shadow in the city

A note from the author

The vandals may have occupied our city
But they are the 1%
The citizens are the 99%
And we will prevail