> a hard week for bp rubs hands in glee (I really like the poem except for the last line, which doesn't seem right poetically -- I also have doubts about it politically, though I suppose Browne was at the helm at the relevant times.) (sorry to whinge) Judy Evans, Cardiff, UK ----- Original Message ----- From: "David Ritchie" <ritchierd@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> Sent: Sunday, October 28, 2007 6:05 PM Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: Sunday Poem > a hard week for bp > > where torches once flamed from towers > on baglan bay there came a vision in the wind > salty with swords glinting in the sun an army > framed by ghosts of tankers anchoring behind > a fabulous future shrink-wrapped in raincoats of desire > going green like red guards > waving farewell to all lord brown's refinery > > ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html