Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Homeless

The land is of grand sequoia trees, the free,

the river to the sea, rockets to the moon

and to Mars


and the tea parties flow with green money

but waiters are forbidden.  They have no

clean clothes.


since it is raining on tents in the woods,

the dark bark of trees screens scuttling people

hiding –


they run in night visits to public toilets,

or teeth brushing at spigots, like sparrows

flown away


thrust away, hidden where the night is day,

but for just one meal they’d sail the sea, sing

to the stars, or grow tea on the land.

© Lavinia Kumar

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Lavinia Kumar lives in New Jersey. Her family includes a variety of cultures and immigrants. Her poetry has appeared in Waterways, Thatchwork (Delaware Valley Poets), Orbis, US1 Worksheets, and more.

1 comment:

  1. Lavinia, we have communities like this in England too. They are broken up by councillors who have no concern for the lives of any but the rich. http://www.craigmurray.org.uk/archives/2011/10/ethnic-cleansing-in-essex/
    Unfortunately I cannot see the situation improving in the foreseeable future. Thank you for your poem and your concern. The photos are incredible!

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