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The Last Supper
They munch at scraps of bread
And gulp their meagre drink;
They borrow someone’s phone
To make one final call,
Then scrape up what he asks
To squeeze into the boat
And shiver as the sea
Sets out its fearsome stall.
Wednesday 2nd October 2024 5:19 pm
New Blood
New blood spills from the aeroplane
bouncing on the runway like spring rain.
Passport waving out-thrust arm
fancy shoes pointed West
Gene Kelly, video obsessed
dancing peasant with the happiness gene.
Tie straight, collar clean
mad for the chance to twirl his cane
at girls in some teeming town
Sun-parched backwoodsman mad for rain.
Radio waves from some man-made ...
Thursday 9th September 2021 3:15 pm
De Jeune
Sometimes, inspiration and imagination have strange effects.
De Jeune
Swallows dive, swoon
like wind-swayed ink drops
down, and beyond the light:
swallowed by the sky,
flown blue, over
road-birds – honed
by simple flight.
Like arrows in Canada
in thunderhead afternoons:
clouds rolling, rutting hinds
in migration, pounding sand-trails,
...Monday 27th November 2017 9:56 am
Migration
No words detected, but a powerful call
From within and a shift in the weather;
It's time to leave - to begin the mighty migration
From the Chobe river to the hopeful paradise of Nxai Pan
Open plains, dense forrests
And all too many enemies lie in wait
Leopards, snakes and vulture...
Monday 6th June 2016 1:18 am
The better evil (revised)
Intimidated by political tugs
Prone to insert in one's mouth
The nose of a loaded gun
Or suspend a plastic bottle full of water
On males' reproductive organ,
Devoid of freedom of expression
Also denied to his right and
Deplorable condition drawing attention
Shunning his God chosen land,
What is more a bright and warm country
Under the sun ,a journalist dreaming began
Fighting al...
Monday 18th April 2016 2:27 pm
How to get everything you ever wanted
1.
Invent a war.
Something bloody and fratricidal.
Lose an uncle to barrel bombs
a brother to secret police.
2.
Three years in, flee.
Pack only what you can carry:
clothes, smartphone, children, cash.
Slip away at night, in silence.
3.
Take your leave of the flat, bakery, office,
rubble-filled streets where the kids once ran
shell of the cafe where old men
drank qahwa, played she...
Monday 21st December 2015 4:59 pm
Sepulchral Body.
I recited your name.
Frayed blossom spent
seven thorns from seven wounds
of loving you.
Sepulchral body
rhythmic dancing
rupturing those vessels
from the pungent flesh of servitude
The garden – my garden
now barren and prickly
a desert cactus
gouging the flesh
cold and bare rock faced.
I observe those migratory birds
soaring their temperate destination
as...
Wednesday 14th January 2015 8:59 pm
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