Rainbow Drops
The school’s poor kids brought
rainbow drops,
stuffed into ripped
pockets of unzipped coats
with a million, million
miles to go to lunchtime,
grip gritty handfuls of
colours inconsequential,
melting snowflakes upon eager
wet tongues
deceived, left hurt
emptiness that never filled,
hunger does as hunger did
within them grow
and generations later they
bring them still,
all grey cuffs and collars
and untouched books
brushed by drafts flap
leaves in bare libraries,
wind whistling between vacant-eared
halls,
blubbering black tongued
nonsense that calls
in ravenous fears, queers
pitches, birthing ill
as at each dropped rainbow
another snatches,
richer men turn iced gems beyond the latches.
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