Holiday

Even Death needs to take a break sometime.

Needs to sit on the beach in the sun

with his scythe hidden,

so as not to frighten the swimmers.

Well,

everything about Death has to be hidden.

There can be no exposure

beyond a few inches of face and hands,

hardly more than a woman in a burka.

Yes,

everything has to be hidden,

so as not to frighten the swimmers

ready

for when the holiday is over.

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Where Equivalence Goes To Die

We soon found out that Native Americans

were the bad guys.

We watched the Hollywood portrayals

of the cowardly braves

deserving of death

and the brave, honest settlers

who rightly prevailed.

If propaganda is successful

it won’t even be recognised.

And successful it was for a long time.

That is not to say

that all ‘indians’ were good people,

that they never committed atrocities

or preached hatred and abuse.

But the power was so disproportionate

that they could be no equivalence.

The scales were already tipping over.

To pretend balance was possible

would be a distortion.

Then there were the Nazi’s.

No one now thinks that

their arguments

of superiority,

of paranoia and racism

should find an open ear.

But ears were open then.

Wide open.

And eyes were closed to

enslavement,

starvation

and death.

That is not to say

that all Jews, Slavs and gypsies were good people,

that they never committed atrocities

or preached hatred and abuse.

But the power was so disproportionate

that they could be no equivalence.

The scales were already tipping over.

To pretend balance was possible

would be a distortion.

And in South Africa, a new ideology,

separate development

for the benefit of each culture.

So it was justified

in the propaganda,

the dominant discourse.

And it found the open ears

of the powerful.

So segregated townships were created

and Bantustan homelands.

far away.

Separation, control,

humiliation, harassment,

impoverishment, exploitation.

That is not to say

that all the black people were good,

that they never committed atrocities

or preached hatred and abuse.

But the power was so disproportionate

that they could be no equivalence.

The scales were already tipping over.

To pretend balance was possible

would be a distortion.

And now in Israel

the same game is being played,

separation, control,

humiliation, harassment,

impoverishment,

destruction, death

with the same justifications,

the same ears open

to the powerful,

closed to the oppressed

That is not to say

that all Palestinians are good people,

that they never commit atrocities

or preach hatred and abuse.

But the power is so disproportionate

that they can be no equivalence.

The scales are already tipping over.

To pretend balance is possible

would be a distortion.

So now we must wait

for some ears to be closed

and others to be opened

as history moves on

relentlessly.

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Entertainment

As usual,
it was one tank that drew the crowd
down in the museum’s aquarium.
It was not the tank with pike
gawping threateningly,
their teeth barred
in anticipation
and hope
of attracting an audience.
No,
though there was a monstrous pike in it,
swimming with i’s mouth wide open.
But it’s mouth was open wide
in wonder,
in wonder at its strange environment.
Well,
it’s not often that a pike gets to swim
in a drawing room
furnished from times past.
It’s eyes bulged
with the strangeness of it all.
But
it was a crowd puller,
though still not enough
to satisfy such an audience,
the pike reflected,
as it considered the strangeness
of it’s very un-fishlike companion,
the young girl costume dressed
to match the drawing room,
standing there dreamlike
or maybe drugged,
steadying herself
with the chair.
Perhaps earlier she was seated,
when the water was lower.
but now she has to stand.
The water is already
up to her waist
and rising slowly.
The audience gets larger,
their eyes bulging fishlike
as they gawp at the spectacle.

They call it entertainment.
So it goes.

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To Those Who Dream

The sun no longer shines for them,

for the streams of dreamers

dreaming of the road to somewhere else.

From somewhere that has become nowhere.

Dreaming of escape.

Dreaming of a future, any future.

Dreaming of better things to come.

Dreaming of the life they once had.

Dreaming of normality, whatever that means.

Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming.

Dreaming of returning

when the sun comes up again,

if ever it does.

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The Chase

Table chatter.
Laughter, quirky smiles.
And then
our glances held,
suddenly.
Moments passed.
She spread her hands,
arms outstretched.
A helpless gesture
of excuse me,
what can I do?
So
up to me.
Too complicated.
But.
I want to know
more.
Look this way
again.
I want to know
you.
So, look.
Look this way.
But no,
no luck.
Talking now,
head turned away.
Then,
smiles all round.
Mouth upturned,
eyes dead,
leave taking smiles.
Walking away.
Turn!
Turn!
No turn.
No backward glance.
Not for me,
it seems..
But I know..
so turn,
turn.
No turn.
So clumsy.
Chair upturned.
Excuse me.
Apologies.
Due haste.
Well,
never a gain
without a chase,
I know.

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True Colours

I’m strong enough now

to stand alone,

to be seen for what I am.

I won’t allow

the creepers

and crawlers

and climbers

to inch into me

like the clematis covers the wall

and masks it’s shape and colours.

I’ll stand

revealed,

unmasked,

reflecting

my true colours,

my special shape.

I’m strong enough now.

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