scoop

keenly arranged hair

swept coastal air

dishevelled and pink

here to mislead

held out over waves

news to be made

no life rings here

among these cliffs and caves

i'd love to see you

scoop with your hands

from cracks in your land

and holes in your boat

fall into your glass

drown in your drink

if roles were reversed

would they let you sink?

dig

dig where the day starts

men making rivers

keenly arranged hair

swept coastal air

dishevelled and pink

here to mislead

who tarmacs your roads?

who built your home?

laid tracks for your trains?

who shoulders the blame?

dig

dig where the day starts

men making rivers