The Home Secretary Addresses the Prime Minister Owen Gallagher
Everything is as we found it, Prime Minister; the Red Box containing the Budget, his hip-flask and BlackBerry; no good-bye letter; nothing sinister. It’s as if he was summoned to be taken to task
by the patron saint of tax collectors, St. Matthew. The duty officer said he was in good spirits when he entered number eleven. The staff who assist have been interviewed. There have been no hits
on his bank accounts. We doubt if he will appear for his Budget speech. Security is fully stretched. With protesters outside Westminster we fear for your safety. RAF Northolt is on full alert.
Cook insists before your television appeal for calm, you have a boiled egg with the British Lion seal.
Owen Gallagher is from Gorbals, Glasgow and lives in London. He has awards from The London Arts Board and The Society of Authors. His poems have been published widely in: The Independent, Time Out, PN Review, Poetry Ireland Review, Rialto, The SHop, The Stinging Fly, Poetry Wales, London Magazine, New Welsh Review, Poetry London. He has won poetry competitions and his poems have been displayed on London buses. His book publications include: Sat Guru Snowman (Peterloo Poets, 2004) and Tea with the Taliban (Smokestack Books, 2012).