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  • at the car boot sale
    this morning
    a tea tray
    caught my eye

    its bright
    ragged whorls
    sucked me in
    and i saw that they were made of
    butterfly wings,
    perhaps thirty or more

    torn from the backs
    of five or six different species,
    fifteen or twenty individuals
    decorating this

    tea tray

    i came home
    and the radio said
    the prisons minister,
    i didn’t even know
    there existed a

    prisons minister,

    was visiting the
    scene of a riot.
    i emptied the recycling box

    into the bin
    made myself a drink
    and closed the curtains thinking
    someday,

    maybe someday soon.
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