Homeless

We are not welcome in our home We are not free, no harbour from where we can roam Your proper tea, your real estate Your fence, your wall, your automated gate Border, bylaw and route and track Fissure blown from yesterday's crack Bleeding vein, splayed artery Red earth coloured in blood-memory Splintered branches form a gutted group Wholewheat lumps in alphabet soup Relegated to a motley crew, a tightening noose This looping narrative: lose-lose SP

September 2020