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  ANTHONY WEIR (13th September 1941)
 
 
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  57.     

Emigrant

Entering the sphere of enterprise and hope
he sees unceasing energy
trapped in the rat-race
helplessly.
 
Anthony Weir
   
 

   
   
 

  58.     

Epiphany: Eochu, Lord of the Underworld

Barrel
Slung between powerful thighs
Marvel
Fixing my humble and envious eyes
Slides out of its stock
Veins standing out, thick
As a man’s arm:
Authority
Long and splendid and black
Extends towards the ground
Then with a masterful flick
Slaps a taut belly
Swings down again
And slowly slips back
Into thigh-portal
Leaving me trembling and awed
By unconscious display
Of superhumanity.
 
Anthony Weir
   
 

   
   
 

  59.     

Erech/Uruk - Iraq

We're told that writing was invented here:
lists of weapons, foodstuffs, kings, kinsmen,
laws and penalties.
Here lived the first Man-God, Gilgamesh.
Here children beg for ballpoint pens.
Here there is no fence around the ruins,
no turnstile, booklet, shop or guide.
Here there are no tourists, toilets, postcards
or Keep Off notices.
Here is the first city.
Here urban evil started
to gyre its tentacles across a world
which now it strangles.
Here was the New York and Washington
of seven thousand years ago -

the best of man is his ruins.

Not far away is Hamurabi's Babylon
whose ruins were so recently reconquered
by American Marines,
and turned into a huge base
with helipad and roads wide enough
for trucks, the shards of pottery
and threshing-floors
covered with hardcore and gravel
dug up from elsewhere.

The best of man is his ruins.
 
Anthony Weir
   
 

   
   
 

  60.     

Ever, ever more victims

(for Dr Robert M Sapolsky, vivisector)

The baboon
Desperately holding the pig's heart
Going septic
Which 'scientists' have plumbed in
To his neck
Cannot cry
'My God!
My God,
Why hast thou forsaken me? '
 
Anthony Weir
   
 
 
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