Three shots at a neoliberal future 

#1: A theory of economic development 

Give us a road, they said. We’ve had enough
of cobbles, zigzagged hillsides, paths stepped perfectly for mules. 

 Give us a bypass, they protested. We’re sick
of inching traffic, diesel fumes, the tinnitus of crowds. 

 Give us a motorway. Give us clear lines
 of vision, speedy exits, no overhanging crags, light-blocking trees. 

Three wishes. All came true. Now the whole world
 drains south: a sump for livelihood, family, speech. 

#2: On the capital value of bees  

There are fewer of them now, so we must appreciate their value.

The fewer there are, the more their value will appreciate.

We all value appreciation, but only when it’s for the few.

We few who still have values go unappreciated.

There is a common swarm. To hold ourselves aloof is honeyless. 

#3: Building for birds

In God’s house they raise their young,
the psalmist says; I’ve seen their mud-round
hideaways in castles, cottages, lean-to sheds
and garages. Now we build differently.

Glass towers bat swallows back.
There’s nowhere moss can stick,
no shady eaves. Instead, perched
at the top, are birds of prey. 

These poems first appeared in New Boots and Pantisocracies, 28 October 2016

Runnymede

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Life washes up in water meadows: twigs,
silt swirled downstream, common toads,
reed warblers, wagtails, landed barons.

Flotsam gathers. Laws, rights, privilege;
contingencies of weather, rainfall, eddyings,
bursting banks. Men seal settlements

in wax. Inscribe their names in torrents. Set rules
to curb the jockeying of jackdaws, magpies’
thefts. Raise barriers, useless against tides

and surges, wave regulations balefully
as white flags. Trespassers
will be prosecuted. Floods contained. They order

waves to back down, rivers to dry up.
Here is their parchment and portcullis,
their Keep Out sign. The bench, the bar,

They Shall Not Pass. Except where reed-beds
absorb flows, embrace each beached arrival,
offer bulrushes, alluvium, kingfishers.

 

• picture from The National Archives. This poem has also appeared in Well Versed.