then set humour times
Some small boy looking earnest
holding mum's placard
It's very hard for me to say:
a. We're all in agreement here.
b. We had such a laugh last night.
an icky knot
never wholly gone
in grandest swim
the making of a ladder
from the body
that goes up with
rough guts stirring
to stars: originary farts
those rumours that won't be gone
Back home we keep the red flag where everyone
that needs to can see it
(a little soiled, it must be said).
and yet, it seems the question's begged,
Whatever have we to look forward to?
Old boring songs sung unashamedly.
remember to pine for oldfashioned industrial
structuring and worked flesh
To looking forward, question mark.
Gather and disperse.
[closing sentences will refer to image
in black and white - maybe winding gear
with majestic clouds of due rain/ smoke going
up and out from chimney
in misted over near distance]