Since it’s National Poetry Day, here’s a poem I wrote about Greece, austerity and valuing the wrong stuff.
Learned heads shaking,
My feckless, spendthrifty ways.
Apologies, my friends, but I just can’t summon the remorse.
You like everything to be paid for; neat, balanced
Yet my boundless gifts
Of language, democracy, philosophy
Lie weightless on your scales.
One of my words, you know
Appropriated by you
Repatriated to me as neighbourly advice
Sinister and smug.
My heroes might be gone now
They melt away without faith
But I’m not yet brought so low
You want my Acropolis?
You’re already in my debt.