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