With Rough Landings to Come

For my children

It is a stone’s throw
from the cliff edge,
tossed to a seascape,

ever washing away;
our chalk-bordered
vertical face,

atop Beachy Head –
their sign to be placed:
‘No Foreigners Allowed’

to be hammered
into the hardened Downs
by those already here –

the washed-up,
the hating, those pale,
English mongrels.

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