The grooming-gangs scandal is far worse than you think - spiked
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Standing next to my old friend I
sense that his soldiers have retreated.
And mine? They're resting their guns
on their shoulders
talking quietly. I'm hungry, one
says.
Cheeseburger, says another,
and they all decide to go and find
some dinner.
But the next day, negotiating the
too-narrow aisles of
The Healthy and Harmony Food Store --
when I say, Excuse me,
to the woman and her cart of organic
chicken and green grapes
she pulls the cart not quite far back
enough for me to pass,
and a small mob in me begins picking
up the fruit to throw.
So many kingdoms,
and in each kingdom, so many people:
the disinherited son, the corrupt counselor,
the courtesan, the fool.
And so many gods -- arguing among
themselves,
over toast, through the lunch salad
and on into the long hours of the
spring afternoon -- I'm the god,
No I'm the god. No, I'm the god.
I can hardly hear myself over their
muttering.
How can I discipline my army? They're
exhausted and want more money.
How can I disarm when my enemy seems
so intent?
- Marie Howe –
(The Kingdom of Ordinary Time)