by Peter Morley
Shall I compare thee to a London smog?
Thou art more green and more leguminate.
Pea soup by name but made from flesh of hog,
Mum-made soup needs no sell-by date.
First mother’s milk then soup ambrosian,
Ingredients gathered from pig and garden
By thrift and love, by mother chosen
To nurture, nourish, sons to harden
To work the fields or feed war’s alacrity
When some hidebound minister or knave,
Finds some reason of state or vanity,
To condemn our youth to early grave.
Long as men can breathe, mothers will weep
And pea soup will sustain until they sleep.
©Peter Morley, March 2016