ONE POEM – M.E. Muir

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Poison


Where cars lie dying
in Ligurian scrapyards
the Via Aurelia
travels slowly past
old coffee cups lined along the wall
cow parsley, kiwi fruit smothering
dented bonnets
as the Lega Norte marches south.


Discarded gas cans, batteries retro’ed
just hydrogen-powered fuel cells
purr silently ahead of the heavy tread
past broken elements of lancias, alfas, fiat
the steel-capped boots tramp south
from the border wall
carrying precious olives
an offering from infected trees.

 

M.E.Muir is a Scot living in London, former teacher and business consultant, who has fairly recently started sending out work and has been published in various print and online magazines, including Dawntreader, Morphrog, London Grip, Poetry Village, and Ink Sweat & Tears.

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