Poetry

Nathan Rupert photo

By

Stefanie Bennett

The Wall

The moment they wake up

And the ransom’s paid

From the cup of antithesis,

There’ll be

Arm wrestling, slogans,

A fixed stare

Fused

To the evening papers.

Someone said that on ‘Civvy Street’

The Coroner’s couch

Was seen dancing in the dark – and

There were prayer-shawls,

Coupons and miscellaneous

Flagstaffs waving

Iron butterflies

As noxious as distemper.

Still, the high definition revolt’s

Too debonair

For the retired post-mistress – AKA

Job’s wife – who

Aims a sling-shot

At the Pearly Gates

And dresses the wound

With salt.

Inspired by ‘Sleepwalking into the new GFC” – The New Daily – Sept 15

A Jingoist Remembers

Rode it out

For hours.

Delivered it

Piece

By piece…

“That collage,”

Spoke

My voyageur,

“Once blew

A daily to bits!”

Inspired by ‘Merkel Coalition in Crisis: Neo-Nazi Protests in Chemnitz‘ – The Telegraph – Sept 15

Stefanie Bennett