The Market Stalls
The Market Stalls
by Christopher Barnes
Darlington sparks into a motley.
“Guilty of taking part”
Timpani, contortionist, you and me.
“A steady flow of friends,
Party members and journalists”
Push or shoves, eye-lash flickers,
Missing hardboiled features.
“A book called The International Jew”
A full-scope rove. Squall breathy in hair.
“Persuading fascists to seek the mass”
Snap – all’s night-blind.
“The passionate voice
And dramatic bodily gestures”
The nail-bomber scars his mark on history.
“The techniques of propaganda”