Like modern day knights
we muster around a
We don’t wear shiny armour
we wear suits that are 50% polyester
Our jousting poles are have been
replaced with nervously bitten biros,
and on a fuzzy screen the MD appears
speaking from a country where the currency is
colourful but ultimately worthless.
His voice is delayed,he talks of mergers,
But I fade out like a ghost image in a propaganda film,
doodling hieroglyphics on a pad.
From the window I see workmen digging a
hole and I wonder will they ever reach China?