Yogesh Patel will hold all rights here as long as people will put their money in poet’s hat!
But the poet was already buried
Love entombed forever....
Whose poppies are they?
Who will remember those who fell
In the fields of Papers
Now singing poppies?
Like Cleopatra’s Needle
Like the Needle let the whale spread its wings of fin
Take a dive into bluestone sea frozen
Let the shower of splash douse the Mayor’s den
For a plaque of the whale he may then sign
There is no plaque erected for the Thames whale, the lost immigrant. Philip Hoare wrote a lovely piece in the Guardian about it. I too endorse the view.
The following lines are from poet’s Swimming with Whales
an old man said:
in the good old days
there were birds
chanting sweet songs
accustomed to warplanes
stared at him
with eyes wide, disbelieving
rogue! he is a liar!
Read on BBC Radio London
From the Poet’s collection Bottled Ganges