You said you were giving up, giving in
It is your way to fight, you told me
Like a small mouse caught up a drainpipe
Eyeballs a cat, you’ll be ok.

But I’m lost- a whole country
Where poverty is shifted about
Like an unwanted shitty-nappied baby
With its fist stuffed in its mouth
Screaming for a breast.

My heart sinks
Sliding slowly into the Thames.

Veronica Aldous 2016 All Rights reserved




About Veronica Aldous

Writer and artist, Veronica is a lecturer is Fine Art and Creative Writing. Her first book of poems, 'Moon Cinema' is now available on Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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2 Responses to Shush

  1. John Looker says:

    That’s a very strong closing image, in those last lines.


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