Broken Beds & Subsidised Rents

They say

We should pay

Market rents

That our lives



I am the one

With the tortoise eyes

Hooded and quiet

My muscles slip away

Into the broken bed

A body harnessed to

The extraction of wealth

The movement of capital

I watch it leap over my head

Glittering, breathless

Strong undercurrents keeping


In quicksand

If we

Knew better

We wouldn’t take it personally

Knowing instead

That working class lives

Need extended families

To be sustainable

Our selves, so sweet

Were not created

For this

Crows buffeted in the wind

Foxes watching in the park

Crow on the River


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