Source blog: Poems

They cannot speak our language
They look the other way
Pretending not to notice,
“Iceberg, right ahead!”

Laminations and illuminations
Declare merriment, if
No one makes merry, whilst
Garish lamenta weeps

Their door is closing
On those in passing,
They traverse blockades
Into the decreasing circle

Whilst a plasma TV blasts out
‘Carol Vorderman’s Christmas Countdown’.