Like a reverse shepherd she stands
Dispelling flocks into darkness
For there is no light from Suella
As she seeks to wreak the same spell
As unpriti Patel, whose monstrous heart
Made air ugly and so Braverman casts
Dense reflection across the shallow
But sin-streaked poisoned well.
These two women share the same race
And now we’re all running, hot on the tail
Not of migrants but possibly reason itself.
For to me It is not about who has the right
To whichever land endures trespass,
Nor is it about shelter and the sharing
Of earth to stop stealth. Instead it is about
Decisions, dictates, and the ruination
Of standards. This is a current time without
Boundaries, starting perhaps with the wall
From which Berlin healed it’s long wound;
A time in which Russia’s iron curtain
Was lifted and which Vladimir Putin
Has ruffled across a carpet of blood
As kids fall. And so the question extends
As it always does with the human:
What are we to each other
And in the most basic sense; do we care?
From the Christian concept to the Jews
House of meeting; from the brotherhoods
Within Islam and the sisterhood of all girls
How can these two women adopt the same
Bastardy in their bitching and in what
Climate can any nations flag be unfurled.
This is an obvious piece.
There is no sophistication at all
To its message. It’s lines are short,
Even standard. But beneath the brief
There’a a sea which has its own rules
About who it grants passage. You are not
Poseidon Suella. But are you a Canute?
Each wave’s free. Before the brink
England sinks when such empty hands
Begin pointing. With these directionless
Sails and Aunt Sally’s heading the ship
David Erdos 10/3/23