Graze Monotony (2007)

Roget's 3rd Orifice

I found a book that night.  Cover to Cover
nothing but smug,
idle words…
‘history and tradition’
bound for a dark ship harboured on mistruths
- with starboard cynicism -
fed to us race like aeroplanes to bairns
a set of rules;
commandments;
sins and artefacts.
blood money for your faith!
faith money for your blood!
cut like battenburg, indexed
line for line an ‘ABSOLUTE’
a martyr to the truth;
hinting at expressionist whims;
though forever table-buggering the consensus
of which he is major general.
Can you see The Pilot?  Is He waving?