Swollen limbs like
Coarse sausage in too tight skin,
Missing wrists and ankles,
Unmeasured feet caught up
In dusty broken sandals,
Heavy steroid hands
Clutch at rag doll, home made mask,
Each other, in the dark
Of Halloween
Others thin to breaking,
A cheek bone jutting dangerously
With shrivelled lip and
Silent stare that sounds like a scream,
A yellow eye that turns the
whole world blind
to the sight of them
Before they appeared here
Across the pages of an arty magazine.
The camera's lens affords the
Distance of a safer life,
Back where the world turns in
Poor black and dirty white
We dare the nightmare people
Out into the warm tones
And quizzical light of our
Remarkable new gallery.
