News from Nowhere. Richard Livermore


And the giraffe planted an ear in the corn

As a token of love for Nijinsky, the fawn,

Who danced in the ear like a creature possessed.

And it came to pass there came from the West

Metallic battalions. The grazing gazelle

Jerked up its head at these neighbours from hell

As the matriarch of the elephant herd

Trumpeted quiet to the eloquent bird

Till all you could hear in the shimmering heat

Was the barking of orders and crunching of feet

The droning of engines high in the air

And, back on the ground, a cry of despair.

EPITAPH FOR THE LATE BOURGEOISIE. Richard Livermore


circa: the day after tomorrow
if only you’d known
life beyond carpets
and windows.
or was it your fate

to sentence yourself
to the dot of an i
with a full
stop ahead at the garden?

and that of the over-
looked in the street,
the monster
that stalked the world

you neglected, eager
to slake its thirst
with your blood
to never desist

from its beastly behaviour
until you’d acknowledged
your creature
and saviour?