Written for One Day With Us, 2018 – festival celebrating Migrants and their contribution to the city.
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 –
deciphering lines –
stepping, scarring on lines,
wobbling uncontrollable –
an assault course line walk.
But, unlike others, they passed
although they were told it was sin
to love through lines.