20
kip
in the bows
from Village X to Village Y
what's a border to the poor?
what's promised?
and what must be done?
these are an ache apart
there's cash on the other side
diesel whiff palls in the still
like today
all this muddy water under
what's a border to the poor?
mainly there's waiting for the world
for the day to come
we see the picture
in print, on the screen
that is our freedom of the sea
to look at what is framed
to tell ourselves a story
what's the sea to the poor?
prow is a promise
who will lie down here tomorrow?
who will the camera bring
for a kip in the bows
on the boards
in the breeze
?
these many crossings the one boat
run barefoot in the dream
skins smooth the timber
too tough to take splinters
What's a border to the poor?
ReplyDeleteLate night, I guess no moon
silent as the little wind
a wire, a noise, gunfire.
Carry your wife
ReplyDeletecarry your husband
a dead child is quiet
another life stretches ahead.
Me I'm in an F1 bar
ReplyDeletefan force and silly cars
tyres are pearls first lap
might as well be Godzilla.