Manhood died
blurred into the distance
in blue I hope

in red I bleed
shackled arms,
malnourished hips
slouched shoulders dry up

staring into the distance,
arcs of bones screech
more food please?

Rags and bags
dust and dirt
One bite for me,

the rest for my sister’s wait.

Can we come out to play?
Rocks, tied up ropes
left over cluster bombs

Made in Britain.

Strips and jewels,
flowers,
red stones
sliver strings
rings and hoops
heavy on her ears
round her neck.
She strangles identity
What is left?

It will survive
even if it hurts.

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