58 In Cargo Poem by Marcus Smith Poetry

Inspectors at Dover discovered us
Slumped behind crates of tomatoes,
Suffocated in the airtight freight-hold
On the hottest weekend of the year.
Five hours across the Channel, the truck's
Refrigeration unit switched off....
The newspapers and TV tell us
We died dreaming better lives.

I think we all know a better life -
I still see it shining on the screen -
And sometimes, locked in the freight-hold,
Trapped with ash-heaps of longing,
We die dreaming a better life.

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