Poems about violent creatures with snapping jaws
That show how ‘nature is cruel’. Wow.
Poems designed to make the writer –
A slab-jawed man in a flat cap –
Who lives, incidentally, in Primrose Hill
Look craggy and interesting
Driveling lines about wild landscapes
And other ‘beautiful’ places
To me, suburbs are beautiful
The city is humanising
The countryside is inhabited
By the malicious and ignorant
Innocence is beautiful, certainly
And the pike and the fox are innocent
They are not, in any sense, ‘cruel’
So why does the slab-jawed man in the flat cap
Witter on about them
With his jabbing finger and his shining eyes
Like a man prodding a snake with a stick?
Go on, prod it again!
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