Friday, 16 September 2022 09:44


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by John Short

If he surrendered now
how would he fill the void?
Never the kind to retire
round glittering pools,
world injustice keeps him
permanently afloat.

I chanced upon him yesterday
with a megaphone.
He’s looking older but
his comrades stay the same age,
they carry banners a while
but eventually lose zeal.

I asked after his wife, who fled
from a country whose
dissident voices were crushed
by fuming violence:
rage at refusal to be silent.

I wonder how it feels
to know all the dark statistics
and parade them
through a sea of apathy
down the parasitic high street
refusing to give up -
still hoping to change the world.

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John Short

John Short lives near Liverpool again after a previous life in southern Europe. He's appeared in places like Pennine Platform, London Grip and The High Window. His last full collection is Those Ghosts (Beaten Track 2021).