Disunion Jack by Barbara Donne

I am not a silent poet

once
we bled
the world,
turned
the whole map red
now
one dog’s brexit
barking
over the airwaves
claws back
reciprocal hope
but not in my name
I,
sans frontières
spill Welcome
on my mat
where the cat
sat laughing
at
strident
and vainglorious strains
to hold back
waves
when
Cnut couldn’t
where
truly
disunion jack
is hoisted with his own petard!

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