Saturday, September 12, 2015

Looking to Sea


Looking across rocky fields, past cliff edges to open sea. Sky is overcast, cloudy.



Voices by the Shores     

Jesus! Look at them!
They are dirty, their teeth disgusting.
Look at them! Jesus!
That dress could feed my family for a month.
The man who sits silently turns his head.
Still they shout.
They are dirty. They stink.
They are black. No, they are white.
No, they are Latin American.
Yes, they are Middle Eastern.
They are not ours.

Not us! Jesus, we don’t know how,
it’s your problem.
Wait, not our hands!


September 2015

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