In perpetuity.
What’s class in another’s town,
head or place of birth?
What’s worth?
What’s status, power and agency elsewhere?
Whose context governs how now’s seen?
Who might you be
or what can’t you
find the means to say or do?
What is it that conditions you?
What changes when you move?
What limits and enables truths
which otherwise
are fictions, too?
Why, in pain,
are anger, fear
reactions
the unloved act out,
and why is failing human worth
unearthed
by archeology?
How has jealousy inspired
depictions of past/lives,
like ours,
Bullies,
incarnated briefly,
yet entombed in memory?
Havoc’s short-lived legacy
thrives in perpetuity.
Cherry Coombe 