Line Walk

Written for One Day With Us, 2018 – festival celebrating Migrants and their contribution to the city.


Line walk


Human stories, with no flesh on dem bones,

on maps marked and spliced –

lines fired over and bombed over

and spat over and spat over.


The truth-lie line webs –

threaded and held on to…

and they climbed, they climbed –

those two


deciphering lines –

stepping, scarring on lines,

wobbling uncontrollable –

an assault course line walk.


But, unlike others, they passed

without drowning,

although they were told it was sin

to love through lines.