The Day after the Voting



posters tacked to walls on wide and narrow avenues

begin their slow unravelling

in cold spring rain

words slip quietly across borders

of neighbouring words

splay open vowels

so wet red turns flesh grey

blurry outlines of old atrocities

everyone knows so nobody notices

the day that brought the fascists back

with smiling faces



Pippa Little

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