gibbet by Reuben Woolley

For World Refugee Day, a poem from my book, ‘skins’. For and about the refugees.

I am not a silent poet

this
………is my
………pure redundancy
there’s no
……………..order
in the burning of it

……………..i’m a bag
of bones & chemistry

walking

& nothing
is new.i’ve fallen
through
…………..the
………………..years
………………..& i’m
here
for the closing
……………..a ready time
to search
……………..for a green
……………..place

& here’s………a bauble
…………………a rattle
of knuckles
…………& bright
…………………stones.is music

…………for an exit

a broken
…………………body
in the wind

..

From my book, skins, written for the refugees and published by Hesterglock Press. All profits for the refugees through the organisation, CalAid.
https://hesterglockpress.wordpress.com/reuben-woolley-skins/

full cover

Cover image by Sonja Benskin Mesher

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