In Wetherspoons, men talk to her breasts and ask them questions,
this woman has green thorny eyes like a flower exploding into bloom yet –
he talks to her breasts and asks them where they work and that they are gorgeous.
Let’s talk about her eyes some more and only the eyes and all the things she has seen.
A year ago, her Mother took her last breath in them and was held there in water.
let’s talk about how the moon over Mill Street and how it lit them up.
Outside the butchers, a man shouts terrorist to a woman with a name in a Niqab,
this woman has hazel eyes draped in night black like the moon in stanza two.
He asks her questions, face exploding rose red, a Brexit rose in bloom.
Let’s talk about her veil, focus on the blindfold that English gents from stanza three wear.
Last year her eyes were bruised black by an assailant with their whole body covered
they did not want to be seen committing an act against a Mothers eyes.
In Wetherspoons, women talk to women and let their guard down to feel seen
a man approaches and hides how he is nervous, becomes a lad to be liked
he doesn’t talk and she opens her mouth and like a doorway he enters.
Inside number eighty-six Mill Street a woman removes her Niqab
he has already been seen by the fruiterer and sewer
removing her niqab nothing has changed here.