1986: An Elegy for Our Coldest War
Could Be The Ballroom was always our Nuclear option
A rock scrabble bunker become a threshing floor
How we survived our Coldest War
A Mother a Father an entire house full of babies
tucked into mangers woven out of street corner filament
limber enough to parent those of us:
born with and with out parents
with and without islands
begat inside flags with and without stripes
while reading for A-level exams






























