Minded
I am minded to send
Senator Tyson to Chile,
and to take his blunt knuckles
into the stadium
where the crowd were cheered
by his penile dementia.
Let him slug it out
after his long incarceration
in the gulag in Surrey.
I am minded to send
the puncher Pinochet into the ring,
for another defence
of his balding crown,
and to bite the bent ears
of waiting potentates. He
will be in the blue corner,
crouching. Let him
come to the country at once,
that we may applaud
his thick skin, and his skill
for suffering.
[January 2000]