On this day when apparently ‘Austerity’ is over, it seems a good time to revisit this poem, published this time last year.
Now hope is round the corner… for the many.
in each escape from the latest cut
there is no trusty hat pulled out
from a closing tomb or laser
forcefield , avalanche, landslide
each escape is a letting go
of a dream, a job, a holiday, a meal,
a home, an ambition, an expectation,
a future, security, equality, a chance
is being homeless-at-home in middle age
a single parent with the rug pulled out
in debt, ignored, lonely, anxious, desperate
the sheets hanging out of the window
unknotted and falling, no one to catch us
when we
fall
no
safety
net
left
a harder nudge each few months
while I Brace! Brace! for both of us
hope against hope the push from
behind is pushed out of office and
wall
a
against
^ up ^
before there is nothing left to cut
LucyFurLeaps 