Poems from KaeFinch
We don't need planes
trains
cars
or wheels for Mars.
All we need is feet
a bathing suit
and twelve kilos of jails on our backs.
...
I could feel the air;
cold,
stagnant,
unmoving,
yet gripping at my throat.
The world was moving,
unmoving altogether.
I yearned for age....
All that is left of us
are whispers of blood,
of cries of mercy,
of threats
of you
and the man knocking on the door.
We think there is...