Saviours

There was a scarf made for a tree

And underneath a body sat

Entwined with plastic sheets

Arms outstretched

For passing coins

That wouldn’t come.

And not from me, in my elitist

majesty

ripe with smug hypocrisy

I walk past recycling bins and public art, gifted benches enshrined with plaques

That made me feel so much better

For ignoring that body

Under the tree

24 year old with an awful lot to say about everything. Opinions entirely my own. Usually. madelaine@madelainehanson.co.uk

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