Dead ends by Jackie Biggs

Kids run around small tents

catching sunshine

among fluttering canvas

 

parents watch

 

their anxious knots

gathering tighter

 

beneath a belt

of razor wire

 

coiled and cold

 

one metal gate

closed

 

locked in

locked out

 

shut up

 

stuck

in a cul de sac

where mulberry trees

 

make frames for

men to hang

their final protest

 

and the man with the cold heart

in the black suit

says: ‘Do not come here’.

 

While we struggle

 

only

 

to find words to say

this same story

again

in some different way.

 

Jackie Biggs.
poetry blog: http://jackie-news.blogspot.co.uk

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