A View from the Royal Observatory
From this
venerable vantage, perched between
Greenwich
and observed heavens, looking down
The sward,
passed naval columns to the brown
Rippled
Thames, to those going, those who’ve been,
Both tourists
and commuters sailing by
Isle of Dogs
and Canine Wharf, where blank glazed
Pillars of
commerce rise, futures appraised,
While few,
too few ever ask, why
Capital of
the capital still stands
Unmoved
below the ever changing stars.
How persistent
the illusion that bars
Plotting the
transit which could free all lands
From
faceless malign economic powers,
Immanent
within those glacial towers.
D. A.
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