skins by reuben woolley


i hit the land
with all the light i have
& the wind
comes for leftovers


my shadow slipped off

& here i am


i have no shape
to wrap me in

at the edges


This is a recording of the title poem to my new book, skins. A book of poems for the refugees, all profits from which are going to CalAid, a reputable organisation workinmg with the refugees in Calais and beyond.
The book is to be found here:

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