U. A. Fanthorpe – Locus Communis

The Wicked Fairy at the Manger

My gift for the child: No wife, no kids, home;No money sense. Unemployable.Friends, yes. But the wrong sort –The workshy, women, wimps.Petty infringers of the law, personsWith notifiable diseases.Poll tax collectors, tarts:The bottom rung.His end?I think we’ll make it public, prolonged, painful. Right, said the baby. That was roughlywhat we had in mind. U. A. Fanthorpe

BC:AD

This was the moment when BeforeTurned into After, and the future’sUninvented timekeepers presented arms. This was the moment when nothingHappened. Only dull peaceSprawled boringly over the earth. This was the moment when even energetic RomansCould find nothing better to doThan counting heads in remote provinces. And this was the momentWhen a few farm workers andContinue reading “BC:AD”