Conglomerate (with apologies to William Blake)
You knighted kingdom,
a sceptred quadrangle
of Celt, Pict and Saxoned Angle.
And did those feats
in ancient times…….
a Mayflower bouquet and blood
we taught republicanism and civil war.
Disgorging hangman’s dross Eastward
we closed our eyes to separation.
Knowing God in Armada wind,
Trafalgar smoke and Waterloo confusion,
Theostances of bewilderment.
Confounding God, with arrows of desire,
on bloody battlefields of greed and exploitation
chariots of fire
plunging daggers into African and Indian heart.
Acting god in empirical dictatorship
freeing and enslaving
healing and infecting.
Red, white and blue
in different hue
on each swathe of history’s page.
in orbit not hub.
A cacophony of bard and punk,
hybrid rainbow of nations now.
Accents of Scot and Welsh,
Irish and English
tickle and jostle, in melancholy,
with Jamaican jive and Polish cluck,
Indian warble, African toot.
And still we build our new mayhem
for England’s Queen and peasant land.
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