The kitchen floor was cleaner than before
The Iron Age Curtain , wall without a door.
The steam, the heat intense, un-layers.
The unconscious mind is timeless, is prepared.
How do we discover what it’s stored?
Is Britain sacred,classier than before?
All work is done by people, not by prayer.
Each nightmare spins an image from the store
The streaming media sacrifice more players
Beforethe vote, there comes unthought despair
To make some sense of all our hard-won lore
The government grows stupider, devours
Men advise me not to say I’m fey
Others find the News, continuous, bores
The steaming rage has taken off their layers
We’d like our politicians to endure
The economic game plan and its cure.
The forest floor is darker than before
Woodlands wild, creative have no door
How my heart sings 