On A Prodigious Philanthropist’s Ghastly Second Death
after Bernie Taupin
Goodbye
your shiny tracksuits,
though
I never saw one unzipped.
They
had the grace to hide your bits;
while those around you fawned;
while those around you fawned;
made
you Knight Bachelor -
for
charitable services. Then had
your
granite headstone
goodness
gracious
dismantled
and
sent to landfill
near
Skipton.
And it seems to me you lived
And it seems to me you lived
your
life as it happens
giving
love to children,
you
picked up in various hospitals,
in
the back of your silver Rolls Royce.
Never knowing when Mary Whitehouse
Never knowing when Mary Whitehouse
might
give you an award
for
services to family friendly TV,
and
you’d be forced
to
wind the window down
to
accept it. And I would
have
liked to know you
but I was just a kid.
Your cigar burnt out long before
I ever got to smoke it.
Their jealousy towards you odious.
but I was just a kid.
Your cigar burnt out long before
I ever got to smoke it.
Their jealousy towards you odious.
Not
everyone can be a crony of
both
Margaret Thatcher and
Cardinal
Basil Hume.
The University of Leeds gave you
The University of Leeds gave you
how’s about
that, then
an honorary
doctorate
of law. And pain
was
the price they paid.
Even when you died, pundits
Even when you died, pundits
whispered
behind fists,
when
the microphone was safely off,
that
Jimmy was found now then, now then
with
his mitts up a girl’s dress.
Goodbye England’s shiny tracksuit,
Goodbye England’s shiny tracksuit,
though
I never got to look inside you,
from the boy watching
from the boy watching
Top of The Pops, Christmas 1976,
who
sees you as something more than sexual
more than just our Sir James Wilson Vincent Savile,
more than just our Sir James Wilson Vincent Savile,
Order
of the British Empire.
And it seems to me you lived
And it seems to me you lived
your
life as it happens fixing children,
you
got from various hospitals,
in
the back of your silver Rolls.
Never knowing when Tony
Never knowing when Tony
Blair
might invite you to dine at Chequers.
I
would have liked to know
you
but guys and gals I was just a kid.
And pain was the price they paid.
POEM COPYRIGHT KEVIN HIGGINS 2014
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And pain was the price they paid.
POEM COPYRIGHT KEVIN HIGGINS 2014
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