The memorial to the dead
above Waterloo Station.
who fought for their nation.
Death, oh dark death
their cold destination.
From Waterloo to where?
Death is up here; will come there.
Hilda of the Celtic-Church,
and abbess at Whitby she,
could turn grass-snakes into clay,
and herself into part-fish of the sea.
But couldn't turn away mighty-Rome.
It rolled over her like a huge-stone.
Boys and girls fly kites still,
from what folk call Parliament Hill
because the cronies of Guy Fawkes
(he who hailed from City-of-York)
were said to gather there to watch
the soon to fail Gundpowder Plot?!
Kite Hill or Parliament pick.
No fireworks please, over it !
just off Pall Mall.
and his Moll
joined the cockfights,
joined the crowd,
robbed the gentlemen,
how they crowed !
crow cocky do,"
sang the hanging judge
"'cause I'll get you !"
There's Marxist splinter-groups.
Find Christian splinter-groups too.
Stalin had Trotsky assassinated.
China-and-Russia would feud.
Catholics warring with protestants.
Islam bares its tiger-tooth.
All sure out for hell and fury.
All claim to fight for Truth.