Enclosure by Gray Nicholls

(For the homelessness in Hackney)

Drilling towards the sun
Unbolting with magnetic faces

Stained in a threatened
Impossible justice

Breeze frisked

Thrown away with invisible keys

Waiting for hope

Flicked into oblivion

So glad this impossible law
Threatening to fine them
For sleeping on the street

And the tube stations

And under shop stores

Just because they had
No where else to go

Was thrown under the next train.

 (Inspired by http://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2015/jun/05/hackney-council-drops-threat-to-fine-rough-sleepers)

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