The Nineteenth Century
Nature simply opened her bloody maw
And swallowed human feeling. She spat
Out places of sorrow and melancholy.
Stone waited a millennium to trip
The mistresses’ horse, and the wall slacked,
The moor swelled, the fen took on a stench.
Goose dinner, for the sake of history
And theology, ministers joined the barristers.
What Liars and poets everybody was!
Confusing people into craving sentiment.
Alpaca sleeves and bastings, soft lapel rolls
Before the run of battleships. Oh how
Voluptuous to have a body but not
Consider it so. See inside the hillock
The flame that bloomed, the rock that shone.
Strike the tents, someone glowered
And the landscape turned; we rolled on.