Tuesday, September 10, 2013

OF SEAGULLS AND TOFFEE HAMMERS

whack a cliff

with a toffee hammer

for long enough

and a tiny fragment

might fall off

and whack it again

and again and again

until your hands

go numb with pain

but all you’ll get

in return for your aches

is just enough rock

to make a rock cake

and the cliff will

still stand still 

while you nurse

your crippled hand

which you’ve worked

down to the bone

but that is if 

you do it alone

but if every worker in the world

got off their arse

and they realised that

they belong to one class

and wielded toffee hammers

all at once

the cliff would crumble

into dust

and the seagulls

would wheel and scream

and make a fuss

saying “ you thoughtless proles

have evicted us

from our cliff top homes”

the moral of this ode then clearly is

that seagulls are class enemies.