This poem is taken from Stand 226, 18(2) June - August 2020.

Sam Kemp Three Poems
I taught myself

To live on the drippings of time

Caught in this bowl of lawn
That summer breakfast room
always existed, in one form or another

Oppression is even older than I am
and smarter.
coiling in the valleys below

the fields wet with hope and nerves.

And here I touched the labourer
His clothes red and sticky with soil

Stay he says. I promise you nothing.
Have you ever seen a day without sun.
I have it, in song tied up in a sack.
And I’ll let everyone see it if you stay.

Outside the Court

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