Poetry

Robert Frank

By

David R Mellor

The Island of the Dead

Under the soft snow of Alabama

They let him hang from a tree

To tell them “no one messes with Mary Lee”

In a classroom 50 miles south they picked on María Guadalupe.

And made her lick pee

At a special school they broke off for tea, went back to their dormitories

And saw Steve Jane and others too burnt to see

In the Island of the dead

They made America cremate again

In the White House he sat petulant and cold

Letting loose

Women to be slapped

Blacks to be murdered

The poor to die in the street

But in the soul of the dead

America was great again

David R Mellor

Born 1964, (Liverpool, England) difficult birth, didn’t find my voice until my youth. Years of thinking I was nobody and treated as such. However, hit the paper papering over the scars. Found understanding and belief through words. I have been published and performed widely from the BBC, The Tate, galleries and pubs and everything in between.

My poems are autobiographical, others topical and several my take on life. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I have enjoyed writing. Please feel free to share your thoughts on links below.

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