skins by reuben woolley

 

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

nothing’s
untouched

my shadow slipped off
downriver

& here i am

quite
naked

i have no shape
to wrap me in

peeled
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: https://hesterglockpress.wordpress.com/reuben-woolley-skins/