In Our Hands

20 Feb 2023 | Our Father | 0 comments

No wife, kids, home;

No money sense. Unemployable.

Friends, yes. But the wrong sort –

The workshy, women, wogs,

Petty infringers of the law…

… his end?

I think we will make it

Public, prolonged and painful.


Right, said the baby. That was roughly

What we had in mind.


U.A. Fanthorpe (1929-2009), The Wicked Fairy at the Manger

Notes from the Compiler

'New and Collected Poems', London, Enitharmon Press, 2010.


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