The New Verse News have been kind enough to publish one of my poems online. You can read it here.
NSA
Dish of the day
Piping hot, served on a big, silver platter
With pristine white linen in case it should splatter
Serving suggestion: try holding your nose
(It can be quite fragrant when fresh off the stove)
A gentle reminder – you may burn your tongue
On sauce with such condiments, thickened and mum
Though some find it bitter, you might like the taste
So try not to let what you’ve bought go to waste
It’s strange and exotic, the critics all say
But you ordered The Truth – it’s our dish of the day.
Wicked Truths
Fear and guilt implied
You provoked a scene
Now the world has lied
To deny what’s been
Guilty conscience herd
Legislation late
Undermining words
We’d all love to hate
Did you really think
With the box in hand
No one snuck a peek
In the whole damn land?
Were we so naive
Docile and secure
That we disbelieve
All the things he saw?
Now the whistle blown
Plays a waiting game
As he’s hunted down
For exposing shame
And our lives go on
At the same slow pace
While we log each bomb
Lobbed in cyberspace
Katherine Shirley 