5 poems from “Gain of Function” by Peter Hague

Dogs of Any War

War sneaks up on you like a dog. 
It won’t tell you who wags its tail, 
or who calculates the angle of its ears. 
It will be financed to include death on all sides. 
Later, you will entertain its guest presence 
at the solemn remembrance.
It will spit in your eye.

If only we could be free of these demagogues 
who stir the controls of high office – 
devoid of skill, practice or purpose – 
the latest Sonny Jim with an army up his sleeve.
Men without insight – men without eyesight. 
They turn up for lunch and dine on your patience – 
they farm the discord of your own bitter hatred, 
then spit in your eye.


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The Queen of Bees

As she walked the streets, the zealous bees 
flew in and out of her extensive pockets. 
Some thought it monstrous – others pitied her. 
Some thought it tragic – while others blamed magic. 

Most people threw coins into an upturned hat 
she had glued to her hair, using spoonfuls of honey. 
Never once thinking – The Queen of all Bees – 
should be scarce of money. 


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A Trail of Feathers

Humans hurt humans 
and restrict everything else.
Yet cats are licensed 
to wander in furtive cycles – 
the strides and stops – 
the ranging eyes. 
The guilty pleasure 
of frowned upon blood. 

Loved by humans, 
they are obliged to linger, 
choosing the killing fields 
of leaves and lawns. 
Stalking communities 
of local birds – 
plotting their version 
of human atrocity. 


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Bandwagons are Ignorance

The clamour of the bandwagon –   
its banners and its burning flags,  
is soon to fail – on tired ears. 
Its confrontation drives the wedge 
that sends the party home. 

It wallows in a threatened peace 
within disowned, disabled minds, 
where frustration, time and fake tv, 
hold us hostage to false belief. 

But we are permanent individuals here, 
not needing to weep on gathered shoulders – 
the world won’t spin our barren way 
because we slide on the blood 
of expedient injustice. 

It won’t listen, beyond that first wave 
of blind, hollow ignorance – 
where the loudest unskilled voice 
chimes only for the bitter crumb 
of redundant apology.


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The Way of Paranoia

If you develop eyes 
in the back of your head 
they will only serve 
to dement your courage. 
They will introduce thoughts 
that blister and distract – 
that follow and question – 
reproach and chide.

Set your gaze forward 
to binocular distance. 
Develop a camouflage 
for the sacks of your flanks. 
It will deny the suspicion 
of psychotic persistence – 
deny the endurance 
of neurotic scrutinies.

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2 Poems by Peter Hague : “Eco Warrior:Future as Promised” & “Dark in the Woods”

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These 2 poems are from Peter’s recent book “Gain of Function” and were also recently published in “The Anthropocene Hymnal”, an anthology published as a reaction to various ‘green’ subjects, such as climate change.

Eco Warrior: Future as Promised

I was green in nineteen-seventy-two. 
I’m not green now and know too much. 

There was still time then, but none were listening. 
Now there’s no time and no one is listening. 

Experts talk in terms of warnings, 
but only from a standpoint of accepted decimation. 

There is no measure of attempted avoidance – 
humans expand into one, brutal nation. 

Animals and landscapes are labelled ‘endangered’ – 
ushered into the memories of a broken planet. 

Yet they continue to star in films and photographs – 
a foolish compensation for those who care. 

A worrying alternative for the predicted extinct, 
said by some – and by those visual gamers – 

to be available forever 
on a hard drive marked: ‘nature’.


Dark in the Woods

It will be dark in the woods 
when we re-enter its living space 
after millenniums of streets 
have fallen and failed.
When all we have left 
is our lanterns and memories – 
and the courage to listen 
ourselves to sleep.

When we live amongst trees 
we will grow the next stem, 
we will unfold a new leaf 
to replace our past. 
We will learn to share 
the simple devices 
of art and philosophy, 
where the darkness is healed.

There is a Lord of Souls 
in the comforting woods 
and we will come to know 
the benefits of autumn – 
when our souls have ceased 
their civil reliance – 
when all we have left 
are lanterns and darkness.


Bio: Peter Hague has written and studied poetry for most of his life and apart from being published in magazines like 'The Interpreter’s House' he is now posting some of his work on Twitter. Two books of collected work are in production now and are expected in the coming weeks. He is also working on a new website, dedicated to his writing. He is also associated with the art name ‘e-brink’ and has a gallery of digital art at: www.e-brink.co.uk.

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