[Penguin Books] (2005). SB. 55 Pages.
A brilliant collection of seventeen poems. Stirring, brutal, sad, funny, unflinching.
The pure fury, so evident in “V” (1985), burned on for decades. Contemporary controversy raged around ‘immoderate language’; unforgivably discounting the proportionality and plain honesty - both emotional and factual - in delivery.
Here, in 2005, the likes of Tony Blair are given ‘the treatment’.
The rictus-grinned, self-appointed agent of God receives justice, in vituperative poetic form, if no other:
“HOLY TONY’S PRAYER…
Why is it, Lord, although I’m right
I find it hard to sleep at night…
Lord, Thou must divinely care
For Thy servant Tony Blair
Since Thou decreed I was created
Morally more elevated…
I unleash terror without taint
A sort of (dare one say it!) saint…”