I must be poor I’m wearing a thick coat
Sat here at the table where I write
I  know my grammar  and I made a note
Sat  here is allowed but it ain’t right

My coat is dirty green and a bit black
So I can sit on stairs when  in a  shop
They don’t have chairs  not even a stuffed sack
When I can’t walk, they tell me I must hop.

If science was taught they’d  know well that  a hop
Puts twice the weight onto a single foot
Maybe I should give my legs the chop
And get some steel ones when there is a glut

My coat is better now for I feel hot
My hanky’s red for I have spilled my blood
My nose was bleeding from a vein I cut
I never took a drug but I pretend I could

LSD is too wild for  my mind
And even at my age I am with child
I fear the risk of growing  yet more kind
The child’s my nephew and he ‘s very mild

I feel like ink that’s spilled out from the well

I have no shape .nor form that I can tell

This image frightens me it chills my blood

As I disappear into gnarled wood

A river has its force it has a goal

But when my blood spills out who can it hold?

I shall be soaked up by wood and earth

No transcendence, no containment and no worth

So give my heart more strength to fight the pain

Give it more resources less bloodstain

We need both skin and bone then we can live

Giving us a frame that is no sieve

Do not spill the blood of other men

To write your letters with dictator’s pen

The message has a meaning quite distinct

From what is written down with blood and ink

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https://www.theguardian.com/society/2023/apr/04/extraordinarily-stressed-and-vigilant-how-racism-makes-people-physically-ill?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other