Vanishing Man

Vanishing Man short poem

Uploaded by Robin Rich


hand the colour of sand tries to bury
itself into the concrete as if it were
sand

the grey slab lumped is not going to lie
though, tonight, he will lie on it
under corrugated pre-creased sheets

the bumps a sad mockery of eiderdown
and peas under princesses
no neat stitches of satin
just paper perhaps
he might have to crap in

that camouflage is working though .
earth colours hide skin in the dirty
town

the irony so filthy possible that men
are trained
to disappear into Bosnian wood
vanish into Afghanistan dunes
and here you are

f*&king invisible in England

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