of someone who remains anonymous
to some of us only 
can but dream of identifying
what lies under that hard
exterior masking a fiery bosom
and a heart of gold
surpassing the wisdom of wonder
woman who until now had
been hiding in a phone-box
which was a tight fit
with 15 asylum-seekers squatting there
newly arrived from Iran but
heading for wolverhampton to See
the new messiah in the
in his rusty old green
Guy Vixen loaded to the
hilt with long horned cattle
and dead chickens that lived
in trees and trod crows
and pecked at the smokies