Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Platinum Crumbs
I shower then dry off
My armpits carefully
Soaking up each drop of moisture
With a scratchy towel
Ready for more moisture
Drying and soothing
Only to be rolled over
With wet, smelly goo,
Designed to keep my
Sweat at bay
Roll over my skin and
Keep my offensive nature
At bay.
While in the Houses and Palaces
They dry our tears with flags
And jewels
And fires
And prizes
And patriotism
Ready to roll over us
With crushing
Austerity
Prejudice
Rights for one
But not for that one
Division
Cutting us like a trifle
Like a platinum pudding
Where the Houses get a bowlful
And we get the crumbs.
I clutch my towel
Dab at the tears in my eyes
Grit my teeth
And carry on.
Mabh Savage 