Daily Archives: November 27, 2017

Imprint by Thomas McColl

I am not a silent poet

So, it’s still there after all these years,
the imprint of his hand in the concrete –
and I’m having to describe it as his not mine,
not just to create some necessary distance,
but because it doesn’t actually belong to me.

You see? My hand doesn’t fit the mould.
It’s the hand of a boy just ten years old,
and the grey matter
that let him be inquisitive and reach out
has long ago hardened.

Back then, at the age of ten,
the soft smooth blandness of cement
was definitely meant
to be livened up by fingerprints and lifelines –
a way of making permanent the future.

Now, it’s just the past set in stone,
and here I am, alone,
recalling the beating –
the glimpse, fleeting,
of your crazed face
as I fell to the ground –

all thanks to this memory aid,
the imprint I made
round…

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Sparrows, by Thomas McColl

I am not a silent poet

A new type of sparrow, the sex-sparrow,
has started spiralling en masse out of sex shops,
and vigilantes –
claiming the escaping birds
are attacking women and children –
have been taking them down
with bows and arrows and sling-shots.

Problem is, these sex-sparrows
look exactly the same as ordinary sparrows,
and many people –
who’ve swallowed whole the vigilantes’ claims –
are taking no chances
and taking down any sparrows they see.

Unfortunately, it’s already too late to undo the damage done.
Virtually all sparrows – sex or otherwise – have now been killed,
and the great and terrible famine of censorship has already begun.

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Statement by the Pedestrian Liberation Organisation by Thomas McColl

I am not a silent poet

We, the PLO (Pedestrian Liberation Organisation),
do hereby swear, on the sacred Highway Code,
that those who dare to attempt to kill pedestrians as they cross the road
will, from tomorrow, incur the deadly wrath of London’s Shining Path.

The revolution will not be televised – it will be pedestrianised –
and our enemies had better watch out.

White van man – each morning, for fun, you try to run
pedestrians over at the zebra crossing at the start of Shaftsbury Avenue.
You arrogant sod: You need to know that what you do
will, tomorrow, be avenged by a PLO hit-squad.

Hippy cyclist – too busy having dreams about saving the planet, it seems,
to think about pedestrians when you jump the lights at Bishopsgate.
You’re so into human rights,
except when it comes to people travelling round London on foot.
Well, be left in no doubt: Tomorrow, the PLO…

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