Mark Heathcote (22/03/66 / Manchester)
In Order To Sustain
On the edge of darkness
A desert flower is scolded burnt.
And a palm leaf is torn apart,
By a living, breeding, blue macaw’s claw.
It is their crucifix …
This thuggish, world:
That delights in their—
They even build defences to survive.
And shield; themselves—
In order to sustain,
Their agonies … crucifixion …
But deep down their roots offer endless hope.
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