this
………is my
………pure redundancy
there’s no
……………..order
in the burning of it
……………..i’m a bag
of bones & chemistry
walking
& nothing
is new.i’ve fallen
through
…………..the
………………..years
………………..& i’m
here
for the closing
……………..a ready time
to search
……………..for a green
……………..place
& here’s………a bauble
…………………a rattle
of knuckles
…………& bright
…………………stones.is music
…………for an exit
a broken
…………………body
in the wind
..
From my book, skins, written for the refugees and published by Hesterglock Press. All profits for the refugees through the organisation, CalAid.
https://hesterglockpress.wordpress.com/reuben-woolley-skins/
Cover image by Sonja Benskin Mesher
I am not a silent poet 
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For World Refugee Day, a poem from my book, ‘skins’. For and about the refugees.
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