refo boys at first world borders

because I have a son my mum-heart breaks

to see a loose boy   barefoot  running through

the dirt with hoop and stick  skull of his mother

grubby, white,  spaced   like   good   t  e  e  t  h

next to uncle boko    on the ledge   underground

cave smelling of piss  dusty filth of bat and feather

no paintings to story   no sandals with bling to

no NASA launch pad for you   no subterranean

loop to a chocolate milk    no rattle tram-clunk to

a Kew-burb for a haircut   new tee-shirt made in

China   Mambo if you’re lucky     no :) for you

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