Poetry

“They’re not like us though are they…”

By Lara Spur at The Communists

Under a roof, in a warm room
a spoon swirls in tea,
Biscuits taken from a packet.

“They’re not like us though are they –
I mean, they think there’ll be, like,
72 virgins and all that …”

This is the settee conversation,
The topic for this morning.
They are watching the… Continue reading