This recording is a record breaker for its brevity! The poem is about the coming to power of Trump. I’ll leave you all to work out your own interpretations.
Ashes to Ashes
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
A body shuffles off its mortal coil
And pierces motherly, earthly crust
Leaving strife behind and worldly toil
Flesh and bone slip to oblivion
While mourners file through the funereal pavilion
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Another cycle of civilisation
Industries buried in a belt of rust
Patriotic pride of a once-new nation
That seeks to make itself great again
But is bound to find only populist pain
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
People and their leaders come and go
However much for power they lust
There is time to reap and time to sow
Time for majorities to call for change
Time when results are especially strange
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
The denial of all things rational
By those who in their own god trust
And wallow in all things national
They are the ashes of a burnt-out glory
Just another historian’s dust-jacket story