Wednesday, 10 October 2018

A Poem for the Feast of St Kirsty

An empty bench in Soho Square
If you had come you'd have found me there
But you never did
Because you're dead.
Killed by someone who used a corrupt legal system to evade justice.
Like the entitled and powerful so often do.
And I'm so sorry baby.

Melissa Sparrow (Mrs)

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