On the Shores of Chiasmus

We travel in hope and expect to move

from sandy beaches and coastal rocks,

abandoning the flaccid vessels, the ribs deflated.

Hear the distant echo of repeated shouts

and staccato gunfire in bullets hailing

yet another news story, on yet another fake feed

about immigrant flotsam, jetsam unwanted

on another country’s voyage, or in this land’s future.

Long ago, we landed cold and hopeful

on the island of Hendiadys:

now we are here in Chiasmus,

present at Albion’s perfidy.

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