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| Belongings in a Rucksack |
When you've got solace
Don't need drink or drugs
I cut myself off for a good reason
A good reason, for
Solace
Talks
In loving kindness
Demons and devils
Leave
They can't handle
Love
Solace
Speaks in sweet tongues
Gives you years
The locusts have eaten
The messed up life
The gutter.
I will supper with you
Don't snub
me, bring
Blessings anew each morning
Shining like a diamond
The world washes you with
Solace.
Michael Kane
March 2015
Poem from The Homeless Library, the first history of British homelessness. Told through poems, interviews, artworks and handmade books.
A documentary film about the project can be found here.
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