Without borders

Work is out-sourced or,
Completed quickly,

– even for slaves –

The rest of life happens anyway, as if
Travel is free across the Earth,

People ferrying gifts for other earthlings,
And taking gifts themselves, and

Nations who visit violence on their citizens will not understand when,

Aliens arrive,
In their cars;

Who is the human,
And who the State or;

There are masses of molecules shifting through Earth’s atmosphere, that
Have the ability,

To be conscious,
Enough to,

Look after the whale, and

Not demand that the whale,
More intelligent,

Look after them or –

The starving Sudanese,
Crossing the border,

Earthlings will be eaten.

Photo – personal

-short evocative poetry-

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Bound

And I’ll be dust to dust bound to,

Shifting black wicker furniture just so,
Patrons aren’t disturbed,

By the rain between,
The hair-do and the pedicure, separated

By at least,

Three floors if the lifts are working, me I’m just
Splashing mops against mauve tile, they

Flashing manicured smiles, we
Electing marvelous politicians in fashionable leather,

Leather of the season, bound

To let us down in Range-Rovers, bound
To coffee machines spitting frappuccinos, just

Hoping for a tip to pay my damn school fees.

Published in: on May 6, 2017 at 13:17  Leave a Comment  
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