War and Happiness

    Jacques’ Wake   They throw Jacques into the wet ground, His boyish body a frightful mound. He had survived the quake But the hurricane claimed him In its wake; Now the stars claim a new name Immortality shall never tame.   They throw Jacques into the wet ground, And the village echoes with…

Poems From Where We Would Never Tread

  Syrian Butterfly   Butterfly, buffet your wings sea-ward A unicorn on the salted winds, Leave behind the garden wall soaked in gunpowder. Why do you stay, in the bloodied dirt Where bombs make beds out of children? Sweet yellow butterfly, fly, migrate!     Stifling Conceit in Concentration Camp   My mother used to…

Dialogues on the Edge

Dialogues on the Edge     Dialogue with a Venezuelan   No: I don’t want anything Not so long as you are starving.   Don’t sing to me of conclusions Whilst the riots still ring in my ear.                       I want to tell you who I am But how can you hear me over hunger’s…