Going to the red

 

Corbyn

Turning slowly

Like a super tanker in retreat

They shed their skin

As the predators

on the other side

cross out their options;

imagine the dark hills,

as their vacant rooms are booked

for the unsteady future to come

 

 

 

 

 

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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