Of Us All

Unseen, but somewhere

Between sky and earth

The sound of a blind, heavy plane –

Born of one,

Belonging to neither –

Grumbles at both.

Poem: Protection.

Out on your motorbike
With no crash helmet.
It ends up in hospital.
You needed protection.

In the local brothel.
Girls are working hard.
Security mans on guard.
They all have protection.