Katyusha, Katyusha, // Shaft of shite

As Madame Baroque says, it’s nice to see the Grauniad supporting poetry, but like my Hackney friend I’m not too sure about the offering of Sean O’Brien published in today’s edition of the paper. The poem was “written in response to the latest phase of conflict between Israel and Hamas”.

Katyusha, Katyusha,
Spear of desire,
Are there green pastures,
A brave desert rose,
Or must it be prison
With pillars of flame?

Apart from this being some of the most clichéd and meaningless verse I have ever read, it is in very bad taste given the reality of bodies, families and communities left in tatters by rockets, both Hamastani and Israeli. Human tragedy becomes sheer banality. How nice. Not.