Here on the screen, it’s Hallowe’en
cum Bonfire Night, and the flames
are sumptuous, celebratory, ubiquitous.
Tiny witches hold up sparklers
and stalwart lanterns, brutally carved,
play out their part and keep on grinning.
Out in the world Indonesia
is burning harder than Satan’s lake
and toddlers choke to death on fumes
they can’t identify, so do not fear.
Peace be to those who go ignorant,
noses twitching, eyes closing.
Here on the screen all the stars have been
buzzing across the scarlet rug
at the premiere of Spectre, where
the only ghost is called Reality.
The hero steps from his limousine;
one wag calls out, Is it bulletproof?
Out in the world Mr Morgan Freeman
has set up his own bee-farm, learning
another craft at the age of 77.
Saviours of the world, settle on his glove,
infuse him with your honeyed respect
and multiply in…