Day 5 #3

 Day 5

Poem 3

The sardine can, the giraffe and the map consider the British Empire

Sleeping top to toe like Victorians,

no room to wiggle or wave -

turn key, pull metal, strip bed.

We are convenient.

What oversight from the giraffe

who kicks against injustice, though

the kick will overbalance? 

On the plains and in the zoos, as lamppost.

The map is the empire

and the draught is its founding.

Before the map was hungry,

this island was this island.