‘We’re all in the same
boat’ they say.
‘Really’ I say.
With my coat weighed
down with tears.
From breathless patients
who have lost all hope.
With my shoes caked
with the nightmares of stalled
dreams and lost lives.
That scream night after night.
And you who sail in the sky.
Watching a hundred
thousand ambulances
scurry around the city.
Like a swarm of
sugar ant workers.
Congregating around
a dead magpie.
Hard to think we are
in the same boat.
A Wandering Poet 