CARERS FROM AFAR
by Tom Leonard
They nurture my old age
Out of the cradles
of civilisation
They sooth my legs with zero-base
As their homelands are still exploited and repressed
They give me cereal, coffee, and toast
For wake-up breakfast,
And soup and tasty meals
For my next to last supper,
As the pains deflate my chest.
They are the gods from Orion
Who Amon brought.
They are the soul of the Universe,
Who I have always sought.
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