Sky fall

The affluent 

Walk in groves of media effluent 

They have space and air and time.

They have certainity and continuity and gyms.

the story of their lives has meaning, 

purpose in neat leather albums

and quality is woven in thier skin.

Thier kitchens are blessed,

Insense stained and organised.

Hand made

Organic

Everything happens for a reason

They have a right

They say

They pray

To Anglican plastic 

The vicar answers 

(like james mason)

Gloriana smug,

“Their Misfortune shows your favour”

And we sit outside their gates

Looking in, the wages of sin.

Perfume as they pass

Down wind in Niki

shot in the dark karma

Emporio Armani

They scavenging on faith

And eating guru spit, for grace

learned didactic minds

Educated beyond their intelligence, to liberal values

Rhetorical gin and tonic

On cucumber lawns

Of plebeian blue

Why me? they muse in their sacred tantric art of delight

But we are away behind

the privilege bush.

Earning our punishment 

Exiled from Eden 

Inexcapably inculcated.

Singing ‘not this, not that’

Exasperated by the passive destruction of the sky