It is an idea of the past, stubborn and eloquent
as a cast of iguanadon bones in a museum
which is itself a museum. Eloquent, or dumb -
it speaks but only to those who claim to understand
and doesn't say what you expect to hear.
But you can touch it - see, here come the young men
now, four of them, with swaggering knives
to march you to the cashpoint. It prickles
on your neck like triumph or good sex. Don't
pretend you've forgotten your PIN -
that's what they all say arsehole