Wild Olympians

A poem by Ann Banks

'And still they come – in the hope of last-resort' | Photo: Brian Sumner on Unsplash

And still they come – in impossible inflatables –
The pregnant, the children, men, stubbled
And hollow-eyed with desperation.
Dwarfed by towering tankers, their tiny boats
Pitched and tilted, precipitously, by ferries’ careless wakes.

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