The bard celebrates two other fine practitioners of the art, and laments a lost brewer
Raft
Martin Figura
The winter bled no light and cursed
to darkness all of us. She purred
and yanked us from the tit. A thirst
so pure can nourish best the need
to stand on your two feet. Blessed
are the self-reliant, who laughed
into each coal-black face and yelled
O Margaret lead us to the raft.
A storm will claim the weakest first
and there are some who won’t be helped:
those frit and living in the past
those moribund and dunderheaded.
Boil it down to one square mile. Greed
is good, get on your bike and graft.
It’s hard to cycle in a flood
O Margaret lead us to the raft.
SETH SANDRONSKY recommends a production that looks back at the political Tinseltown in the mid-1970s when US cinema ‘didn’t pander to trends’
With attacks on industry, healthcare and education intensifying, JAMSHID AHMADI warns of a deliberate drive to cripple Iran and calls for urgent global action
by Clare Evans
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