Make your way in silence to the edge of our cities
and hide yourself there,
behind the newest addition
of multi million showcasing we call art.
Keep your eyes downcast,
do not cry out or we will find you
and bundle you off to anonymous elsewhere
to muffle your voice, fearing the human story.
You are 22 per cent that falls
through the cracks of policy.
The other 78 do not want
to bear witness,
as you peer through the double glazing,
flattening the flowerbeds and rosebushes
and mucking suburban content
with the detritus of a broken life.