Poetry: Tom Paine's submarine
Republican friends! Worried about how you'll get through the next few days? Well, we have our own heroes too. Learn from them.
Tom Paine's submarine
At some point in the fatuous flotilla, I dream I see
a periscope pop up, by King's Reach; and Thomas Paine
surface in a one-man submarine, having come back to
check on us, semaphore out this common sense hymn:
Boys and girls, I gave you the playbook
and you give me this? River traffic jams and
sycophancy disguised as red, white and blue treacle?
I wanted fanfares for all of you, not for one
uncommon persistence, but I fear you have been
seduced by the inertia, the dazzle and the bunting.
Break those jubilee lines! Unpick her ermine corset!
Burn those empire-tipped spears! And when you
dance around the bonfire, tell yourselves:
we are all the wearers of crowns.