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Congress Poetry

Deportation Letter (1)

It blew them open.

Twelve thousand letterboxes
rushed to the window.


Your New Home Advises

They survey your pulse.
Gulls that snatch chips from the street

say cut out sugar.



You cannot work here.
Refugees, doctors, teachers
clip the ivy back.



Return your awards:
the cabinet is malnourished.

It only eats dust.


Integration Strategy

New Scots drives its change

through ancient isle and practise.

Old Scots takes the bus.



Modern slavery.

Daffodils won’t grow in spring
if we don’t watch them.


Deportation Letter (2)

I will not read them.

Letters pile up at my door,

sand in the hourglass.