What a feat of single parenthood:
To pull off care for one so strong-willed bolshy
Whilst trying to attend to one’s own mind
Which, savage, swerves into the Shadow Realm
Where faces, voices, things from bygone times
Glare with restored vitality at me.
The sellotape lies halfway up the stairs,
The house is strewn throughout with plugs and wires,
My cranium accommodates pure Hell
And yet, there is no time for me to rest –
The local council has not found a school
For my Autistic child, for whom I care;
Nor ever will, it seems, so slack their jaws,
No sense of duty in their moron- brains;
I will not teach my son, but I will show
Him poetry, and kindness to all things
And people, as long as they are not civil
Servants.
10.04.19
Capital Punishment 