I Am Reclaiming

I am reclaiming the land you stole.
I will stamp on fences you have raised.
With zen concentration
I clasp the wire
You have barbed.

Away in a danger
Forgotten cave, I shelter from my modern winters.
Come, click your heels three times
And we awaken
Centuries deep
to evergreen garlands and dancing
Though the Sun has
Run off with another star,
We make fires to oppose the unknown
Panpipes bubbling like april springs
Scout - hall trestle tables heavy with
Sweets and fruits, gloriously cellophane-less,
Unpackaged, no nutrition charts.
And there is Bacchus, pouring pink squash
Down his Disney throat, laughter creasing
His eyes into two short lines.

Who’s got the remote? Rewind a bit.
Close your eyes to kneel
On the frayed, black-blushing carpet
And throw your voice like a soft tennis ball
Ricocheting from sooty brick to sooty brick
Certain he will hear even from the pages
Of your storybook. No-one is without their family,
And in this time of so much truth
Everyone will be given their red-ribboned orange
Stuck with a candle and four cocktail stickworths of
Deliciousness. Even Santa, who had begun to cause you concern,
Lonely in his solitary labours – and we all know
Reindeers can only say so much –
Has a special mince pie and a short glass of brandy, waiting. So that
He knows we care. For
He takes toys
Every-where.

O little child, not yet of ten,
How little we see thee cry
How deep and dreamless
Is thy sleep
While they hurry darkness by.

Why
Despair has, for now,
Nowhere
To land. Helicopters
Flutter, vague and unknown
At the back of your mind
You sticker them GHOSTS, DINOSAURS
The Wicked Witch Of The West.

Oh Toto.
I hate the colours. Take them away!
Make it black and white again
I kneel, and pray.