A View from the Royal Observatory
From this venerable vantage, perched between
Greenwich and observed heavens, looking down
The sward, passed naval columns to the brown
Rippled Thames, to those going, those who’ve been,
Both tourists and commuters sailing by
Isle of Dogs and Canine Wharf, where blank glazed
Pillars of commerce rise, futures appraised,
While few, too few ever ask, why
Capital of the capital still stands
Unmoved below the ever changing stars.
How persistent the illusion that bars
Plotting the transit which could free all lands
From faceless malign economic powers,
Immanent within those glacial towers.
D. A.