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The Empathy Poems project is designed to raise awareness about the plight of asylum seekers and refugees.

Tell Me About the Dream

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Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies up from the shore
and dress them in warm clothes again.
How it was early, and the children were bruised from inside their skin, and we
kept them secluded, washed over in our arms.
It's not like a freed shadow, a bowed head, 
it's more like careful silence in the television light, 
how we swallow the guilt like a gag reflex,
and the ghostly pencil wavers and fades,
and we engineer softness, half empty and swimming between us.
Look at the orchard of skeletons. That means it's noon, that means we're inconsolable.
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. 
These, the bodies, possessed by a hatred that is not their own.
Tell me we'll never get used to it.

 
 

Caged

We do like to be beside the seaside