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

Iain Britton Five Poems
from Windows

                   In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps
                   it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe…Samuel Beckett


it’s here    with midnight lightning

slapping white flashes
& riding the storm

indigenous neighbours remap the origin
of a homecoming     it’s here     moving

onwards     the details of a lavish  foodfest

a sacred event

of lives being dipped in water
the ceremony of who makes a difference
the ceremony of who exploits
these fluid states of rejuvenation

through cracked windows     i feel

the earth’s heated chemicals
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