Mongrels and misfits

Should we go back to the land
and
give our labour to the soil?

Wouldn’t that be good?
oh
if only we could.

They painted the earth black
with their deeds,
planted improbable seeds that
grew inedible crops, then
sold to the masses in corporate shops
and everything stops for tea?
which is
genetically adapted for the working class
to bypass the taste buds and make sweet
smelling gas
because they’ve had enough of the
‘great unwashed’

I’ll go back
one day
when they lay me
( but not to sleep)
on a pillar of salt
to watch over the vault
where they keep all the
scrolls.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.