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Dorothea Smartt
AUBERGINE ANGELS
AUBERGINE ANGELS
AUBERGINE ANGELS
Inside Old Street station,I meet my Waterloo:
Aubergine Afros, primed,
shining and armed, wrestle
my gaze from briefcases,
from city zombies’ eyes;
the sweating on the back
of broad builders’ T-shirts;
a small boy’s arms running
with ice-cream: a bacon
sarnie in the happy
mouth of a homeless man.
Arrested by the sight!
– the light of grander dark
halos moving me up
and out. So I exit
to City Road behind
young Black boys. Black angels.
© 2013, Dorothea Smartt
From: Ship Shape
Publisher: Peepal Tree Press, Leeds
From: Ship Shape
Publisher: Peepal Tree Press, Leeds
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AUBERGINE ANGELS
Inside Old Street station,I meet my Waterloo:
Aubergine Afros, primed,
shining and armed, wrestle
my gaze from briefcases,
from city zombies’ eyes;
the sweating on the back
of broad builders’ T-shirts;
a small boy’s arms running
with ice-cream: a bacon
sarnie in the happy
mouth of a homeless man.
Arrested by the sight!
– the light of grander dark
halos moving me up
and out. So I exit
to City Road behind
young Black boys. Black angels.
From: Ship Shape
AUBERGINE ANGELS
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