The Democracy to Come
She bends over
grasps crisps &
sardines from
her bag
Reveals supple
breasts wrapped
in her jumper
Political Crimes
unspoken
She eats sardines &
tomoto sauce
on a cracker
with her legs
spread in jeans &
cowboy boots
She drinks from
a water jug &
licks her lips
another cracker
& sardine
as she talks &
chews wiping
her mouth with
her hand
She stares into space,
leaning over to an
invisible other
to whom she gives
a portion of her meal
The smell of sardines
penetrates the cabin
dead sardines
pressed into a can
to be eaten with tomato
sauce & crackers
She has spilled
tomato sauce
on her jumper
as she smiles at other women
laughing (who are
talking about sex
with blushing faces)
Cardiff Central
She moves to an
abandoned table
revealing her lovely
son and daughter
They sit together
around the table
eating crackers
& sardines
She speaks on her phone
about knibbling
sensible food & snacks
asks her love what
he? wants to do for dinner
The boy shouts, “Chips!”
They will see each other again
in an hour & a half
The sun moves
toward twilight
over the beckoning
Welsh hills shining
in the last moments
of golden radiance
In tattered letters
on the daughter’s
hoody reads
the word
“Republic”
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