dry flesh growing, by reuben woolley

(for the victims in yemen)

a body

…………….the long water
i don’t sail.said sands
to meet & scattered
bones walking

……………..here be monsters

……………………………………………..deep

i’ll sing it again.this is no
shanty say bells goodbye

& children sink the same
i see.spill
your money in shrapnel
my silent voices.food
is no necessity an empty
belly fills the picture

too late she said

 

 

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