Archive for May, 2020

Dominic Cummings prepares for his trip

Posted in Uncategorized on May 24, 2020 by antonyowen

For Mel

I saw you waving a safety helmet at camera’s and thought –

here is a man who cares about collisions to his children

here is a man who wore a seat belt to be safe on journeys.

I have a friend who is on a journey of depression right now

she has not seen her Mum in a care home for two months,

long ago when pregnant her waters kept her baby safe

for nine months her body was a care home built of DNA bricks

she raised them in the whole wide world of their tiny universe.

They would set the table to eat together attempting etiquettes.

When they had kids of their own, they got pissed up sometimes

and even then, a mother will give her last paracetamol to her kin.


I picture Dominic Cummings buying the Range Rover he journeyed in,

I imagine the order of his questions:

“Do you know who I am”?

“How many speakers does this baby have then”?

“Will you throw in the leather trim”?

“How fast does it go”?

“Oh yes I almost forgot, how many airbags does it have?”

“oh yes, I almost forgot, what is the safety rating of this bad boy”?

“Throw in the tinted windows and we’ve a deal”

“What kind of commission do you get for one of these”?

“Oh yes, you’re not a raging leftie are you”?


I saw a picture of two gloved hands joined of a son and his dying father.

It makes me think how a lifetime of closeness ends with forced distance,

and I want to write “Cunt” on the windscreen of a politician’s dustless car,

I want to write a haiku in the covid cremated ashes that cover politicians’ cars.

I want to do this very much but am respecting rules written in commoners’ blood.

I am listening to a Viking song of a warrior who asked to be buried with his treasure

This treasure was the white hair of his mother so he could join her in Valhalla,

he wanted to say he died a good death but what do we say when we get there?

We are all sons of warriors that invaded and Covid has no honour when it gets in.

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Uncomfortable acts of remembrance for black British soldiers

Posted in Uncategorized on May 8, 2020 by antonyowen
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Photo by Matheus Viana on

For Viv & Tre


Every poem starts with a white page.

Letters are black the two colours mix

and so, we embark onto uncomfortable acts of remembrance for black soldiers.


This is the part you can filter out the colours and beauty filter remembrance,

There is nothing sadder than white death

nothing more moving than Private Ryan.


A black soldier from let’s say Montego Bay

throws himself on a grenade for his brothers.

Is he red enough for us now, zoom in a little?


Let’s rewind to the day he split a shoal of fish

swimming with his sister for no reason except

they wanted to see the colours of the sea’s soul.


Is his death a little sadder now, more humanised?

Let’s rewind further, he used to pick flowers for his Mama

cornflower blues, flesh wound pinks, black and white Dahlias.


Every poem ends with a point and this ones no different.

Is he black enough yet to be a main leading character?

Can Tom Hanks talk a regiment into rescuing him?