UNPRETTY VACANT by David Erdos

 


UNPRETTY VACANT


Her deadening stare on TV continues to fill with me
With horror. With Cummings as Director she is the extra
Desperate to claim well paid lines. The buffooned lead
Fluffs his cues as he must his locks in fouled mirrors,
But this wicked witch of West London is while slickly
Presented, still the sad, spoiled face of our times.

What was worse;  what she said, or, the fact that there
Were those who'd defend her? Challenged on BBC Breakfast
She put me off mine with her mind. Answering what she wants
In direct counterpoint to the question, her cold insistence
And her wooden regard rot and blind. She would also
Happily inform on her neighbours she said if the six person

Rule wasn't followed. Along her street must be shadows
As they are brought into light that would bite. For in those
Words alone Orwell's O' Brien roars from the hedgerow
And those high London houses become a suburb of Hell.
There's foresight. She'll use her race as a pass if she feels
Herself cornered, while doing little of active use for that ilk.

In fact, now the issue is ink, as from an octopus that flows
Freely, as the Governing body she covers and represents
Curdles milk that used to represent life which she and her
Team are presently stirring, or, souring slyly while our mouths
Suck sweat through masked clots. The true Superheroes,
It seems have been both numbed and silenced, while all

The villains continue their B-Movie plots, which have become
The main tale that we currently follow, tuning in to News
Programmes in order to work out what we've lost. The fact
That she was applauded online shows the true problem
We're facing. The rule of thumb presses on us and grinds us
Deep, into place. People like her apply it. Their vacancy

Makes our absence. And that isn't pretty. What is in her heart?
Blood's disgrace. No doubt, as it turns into rust that splits
And sparks and soon ashes. Oh, where and what are we once
Our fate is fouled? And who on earth is forgiven when people
Such as this steal our trust.




David Erdos September 16th 2020













For more poems from David Erdos visit The Corona Diaries collection 



David Erdos is an actor, writer, director with over 300 professional credits. He is a published poet, playwright, essayist and illustrator. He has lectured on all disciplines in theatre and film for leading performing arts colleges, schools and universities around the world. His books include EASY VERSES FOR DIFFICULT TIMES, THE SCAR ON THE CLOUD, OIL ON SILVER, NEWS FROM MARS, CHANGING PLACES WITH LIGHT (penniless press) and BYZANTIUM with the photographer Max Reeves. He is a contributing editor for The International Times and maker of documentaries all over the world. David’s work has been acclaimed by many leading figures including Harold Pinter, Heathcote Williams, Alan Moore, Andrew Kotting, Chris Petit and Iain Sinclair in whose recent book THE LAST LONDON, David features. He can be reached at David.erdos@sky.com.

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