1400
in my dream again
the Prime Minister
is making a speech
from a lake, from a a pond
from a pool of tears
stands imploring
as a statue
he is saying the blame
all weep
I am heckling him
what do I mouth?
the tear flood grows
all know this is how
the drought will end
big bear in my moods I am
and what did I say?
must be I am here to haunt
be afraid
so no one can see me
and what does that make?
a spell it must be I cast
the Prime Monster
he is a water feature
cenotaph weep-along this is
the great dictator
is ice cream’s own emperor
the Drought himself
he is crocodile embroidered
holds his own balls out to us
it takes both hands and he squeezes
every boy feels his pain
hard for a crocodile these days
the tear flood grows
all know this is how
the drought will end
what wonderful things I say
if only I could remember
but they are all with him
I said
‘things catch up with us’
what else?
it must be a spell I cast
over myself
somebody sneezes, winks
all yawn
everyone’s waking up now
my words are all the difference then
it’s a better world we make
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