HOSTILITIES
Each underlying nuance breathes
Its acrid breath as to repel
All broken and defeated thieves
With hostile stenches they know well.
Those dressed up Toms, those vagabonds
Heed swift the Mars beneath each smile
For subtle warlords wave their wands
Before their prey has any guile.
If violence drips from every leaf
And manifests in plebeian plot
We are our stronger neighbour’s beef
They’ll skewer out eyes no matter what.
And loud charades like bright facades.
Would have us sold on goings on calm
But as we prance down promenades
The hidden will exact its harm.
TIM SANSOM 9TH JANURARY 2007
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