Theft

No,

that is not your shadow
which you make a claim upon:

it is off the same sun,
but from another country.

That shadow is of you,
but not yours,

it is land-grabbed
from the owner,

overhead,

from the same place,
as other places,

but, without any care
for border crossings.

Mike Bell Poetry

Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a time, and then take a nap. By then he should be about 85 years old and have out-gunned PD, dementia, and the end of days. Possibly. Before the floods and fires. Mike Bell is found working for money as a freelance set designer.

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