Monday, 25 March 2019

The Thing from Planet Gove

Its handshake is that of a slightly disreputable funeral director.
Its eyes those of an opinionated alligator
that sometimes reviews opera forthe London Times.
Its mind is a free trade slaughterhouse, busy 
making mincemeat, as cleanly as possible,
of other people’s children, bony old parents 
and the occasional small business person 
who was just wrong place, wrong century.

But its regular appearances on TV impress
the sort of people who have sexual relations
with their cars. Or their neighbours
cars. The female it dreams of is 
Rupert Murdoch’s more withered sister 
who lets it stand on its tippy-toes in a tutu 
inherited from a former grandmother 
who was briefly a dowager Duchess 
until the unfortunate headlines 
made her true position undeniable.

And it is written in Scripture 
that at a time such as this
a thing such as this
would ascend to Earth and give us –
leaving god aside for the minute –
proof of Satan’s existence.

© Kevin Higgins

Kevin Higgins 

Kevin is co-organiser of Over The Edge literary events in Galway, Ireland. He teaches poetry workshops at Galway Arts Centre, Creative Writing at Galway Technical Institute, and is Creative Writing Director for the National University of Ireland - Galway Summer School. He is poetry critic of The Galway AdvertiserHe has published five collections of poetry. His next poetry collection, Sex and Death at Merlin Park Hospital, will be published by Salmon Poetry in June 2019.