and then they disappear
watching us is hard
we watch the guards
their comings and goings
watch without watching
till something shifts
all hell breaks loose
and some poor sod
gets busted ribs
gets broken teeth
gets theirs
and those of us who care
who think we care
but dare not say
briefly look
before we look away
Published by colinhopkirk
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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