Washed Out to Sea
Anchors away
These islands must move
Sever all ties and drift
Across widening waters
Legal, commercial, historic
Chains wrench apart
Snap and drop soundless
Into deepening tides
Aloof and unbonded
Washed out to sea
This Ghost Ship nation
Drifting to nowhere.
Tuesday 13th August 2019 7:55 am
August 2019 Collage Poem - 'Washed Out to Sea'
Hypnotic Methodist Tingling
A sea of souls awaiting slaughter for freedom
Mermaid, just say no
On a darksome day we skipped to death
Marked by a felt-tipped pen
There is sadness, but not without hope
Samuel Bamford is protesting
In Hong Kong
Filming on his smart phone, filming,
Sharing, filming, sharing. Hoping it
Won’t be edited out, won’t be his ...
Tuesday 13th August 2019 6:50 am
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