Today I read about war in fashion magazines
The hills are sick of your broken promises, Azia
when will you send the ducks to the market?
We need more straw and all you’ve bought is sand
where do the rabbits go when the snow is white?
the need for a shovel to smash the alphabet to pieces
thrash the glass, throw away the rain, turn a pasta shape
bend into an eight, the east of Ukraine has been annexed
Syria rests in pieces, I cannot bear any more TV pogroms
I want Russia to wash over me, in a glittery seduction
knights bathed in gold, no more war in fashion magazines
stars turn and salute, snow covered in sushi, I feel sick
Montage: Claire Palmer