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“A Shit of a Place”
(To Tom Hungerford)
Before I die they’ll take a grudging, thin
photograph of me. My eyes will show
how little I delight in living in
a disappointing world. I’ll want to go.
On the radio last night an old poet said,
“This is a shit of a place, it’s getting worse.”
He said no disincentive to be dead
was evident, in fact quite the reverse.
You want some lovely sentiment or lies
to boost denial’s anaesthetic drug?
Some rainbow prettiness that will disguise
the fact that human beings have pulled the plug.
We had a chance and blew it when our greed
scoffed what was meant to be tomorrow’s seed.