by phillipw | Jan 19, 2020 | DE, EX, SL
The Refugee Camp, the Deepest Coastline, the Mortuary The mother of the little ones who died Must fall to drowsiness like all the rest Of us. Her bleeding sorrow has not dried Out yet, but sleepiness will have its jest With agony, no matter what. Our eyes Close,...
by phillipw | Dec 26, 2019 | SL
Come British Bombs and Drop on Slough Big glossy, glassy buildings to the east And south cannot disguise the truth. Dull Slough Is tasty now because of dark brown yeast, And Turkish sausages, and spicy chow From Shalimar and Karachi. The white Kids blight the...
