Poetry Centre

We are all soldiers on this bus…

  • Marching to our ordered work
    with Mickey Rat, Chairman Mao
    and Uncle Joe – “The more you spend
    the more you save!” Piled high,
    sold cheap, pips squeak,
    the canary pirouettes in the cage,
    until something living reclaims our waste –
    like the five-fingered hand and embryo fish
    all our parts come down to this:
    return to God, address unknown.

    by George Roberts