Is poetry inconsequential, as, say, shooting quail?
Alex Cumberbatch writes in, reflecting on the Cheney incident.
Is poetry inconsequential
As, say, shooting quail?
As rigs that syphon gallons?
As boot of battalion?
Powell's surreal edition
Reads like crude fiction.
He delights in his old flame,
That damned awful name:
Bombastic beauty, Bin Baalzabooby!
Behold her hell bent fury,
Your only defence, Of Counsel
When scandals rock your smug cartel.
The unborn inveigh from the womb,
Against the sanguinary crew
Who millions slew and slew Hai!
Whispers in Yakusuni Tomb.