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



locked in

locked out


shut up



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




to find words to say

this same story


in some different way.


Jackie Biggs.
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