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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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