Ni Chawn Ein Dileu
Kittie Belltree​
#We Shall Not Be Removed
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i. because a blue badge parking bay is like a 1970s stone-clad fireplace surround​​
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or sick on the pavement
not quite / a shit through your letterbox
or the chalked silhouette / of a corpse / in the street
its splatter of limbs / a contortion of terror
youcould fit a table for four in front of that
dropped / kerb
or an ice cream van / or a skip
outside B&M / they’ve zig-zaggeda socially distanced
line-up space / out
of pallets and orange plastic / tape
it’s a nuisance / killing
time / like dog-foulin g/ or graffiti
but a blue badge parking bay is like a 1970s stone-clad fireplace surround
so / sledgehammer it
rip it ou tafter 16 weeks’ / lockdown
it’s what we’ve been waiting / for
a sliceof / life / sipping latte / in a café
it was a ghost town before
the council / turned the High Street into a
pedestrian / only / zone
now / it radiates warmth like alfresco dining in October
the inconvenience
of independent living indiscreetly // designed out of it
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ii. grandstand
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And to help you, and to build the platform, to give you the advantage you need, we are now waging a cross-Whitehall campaign to solve our productivity puzzle and to rebalance our lopsided economy. Fixing our infrastructure with investment on a scale not seen since the Victorian – Boris Johnson, CBI Conference, 2021
to build the platform
to give you the advantage you need
to get up and walk because we’ve just tossed 2.6 million
into a titanic new newsroom to brief the nation from No.10
including a true-blue press-podium
with shin high trip step to sift out the walkers from the talkers
we are now waging a cross-Whitehall campaign
to sanction the fact
that a raised stage accessed by steps
is just enough of a leg-up
to guarantee we don’t get any grandstanding
wheelchair-using Prime Ministers
press secretaries or senior civil servants fervent
to solve our productivity puzzle
stage centre step-free access is supplied
via a back-to-normal-narrative removable ramp
a bolt-on bit of kit with a kink in the middle
made of out aerolite-extra aluminium
that folds in half and clips together for convenient storage
to rebalance
our lopsided economy
we’re building back backwards cockeyed
cold-shouldered bare faced
fixing our infrastructure with investment
in foodbanks parsimony segregation
bankrolling bigotry feculence and die-hard humiliation
on a scale not seen since the Victorians
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iii. We’ve written our stories in the clouds
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We are the party of working people –Keir Starmer, Scottish Labour Annual Conference, 2022
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We began in break out rooms.
Sprouted seeds on speech-to text software.
Grew in messenger groups.
We’ve Skyped, Zoomed, Teamed and Hung Out.
With no PPIfor our PA’s. No signing for urgent information. Not enough
mobile data. Used to cuts, we’ve edited accordingly:
We’ve deleted those tired out, tail-between-the legs files
proffering us only peripheral parts
as passive patients, mini miracles and saccharine-sweet charities.
And we’ve dumped that dodgy database
full of folders marked art is not for othered
people like us into the world wide waste bin.
We’re still ill, but we won’t be scribbling nothings
in the margins anymore
while the protagonist, who is always a politician
holds the pen, casts us as tick boxes again
and again in some spurious survival
of the fittest saga set on the side of a steep hill.
We’ve written our stories in the clouds.
And we won’t shut downshut up and listen to
some worn out yarn spun by a suit
who knows naff all about zero hours, daily grinds, life-limiting illness
family care, full-time study, single parenting, shrinking pensions
who couldn’t give a cuss about ourkind of hard graft
and who definitely doesn’t do crafting.