‘Tomorrow a child will rechristen our London as LONDON’
ANIMAL CRACKERS IN YOUR CROUP
I have told you that there is a laugh in every corner
And a pocket-book stuffed with rolls of skin
To pay off the bills of the costive
To buy a new pipe for the dog
To send a committee or bury a stone
I have told you all this
But do you know that
Tomorrow the psalmist will lunch on his crystal
Tomorrow REVOLT will be written in human hair
Tomorrow the hangman’s rope will tie itself in a bow
Tomorrow virginia creeper will strangle the clergy
Tomorrow the witness will tickle the judge
Tomorrow this page will be found in a womb
Tomorrow the lovers will answer the palace
Tomorrow Karl Marx will descend in a fire-balloon
Tomorrow the word that you lost will ask you home
Tomorrow the virgin will fall down a magnified well
Tomorrow the news will be broadcast in dialect
Tomorrow the beautiful girl will attend
Tomorrow a cloud will follow the bankers
Tomorrow a child will rechristen our London as LONDON
Tomorrow a tree will grow into a hand
Yes listen
Tomorrow the clocks will chime like voices
Tomorrow a train will set out for the sky
National papers please reprint
Text: Roger Roughton 1936
Image: Dragana Nikolic