I woke before dawn,
Packed my daughter’s bag
And got her in the car. I
Dropped her off at the airport
For a plane which departed to
Athens at quarter past.
It was sunrise as I saw
On the way back,
A sea of tents below a bridge,
In Paris centre,
In Paris, France ; a sea
Heaving up and surrounded
By garbage.
I saw dark skinned migrants and
Late prostitutes like damp merry-go-rounds.
I saw half-families
Living civilisation’s half-lives and
Slow moving foraging husks
Holding up the City of Paris’ trucks.
And then it was day again
On my way to work
Entropy to the core. Tell me :
Was this the way the sun rose today
Amongst animals
With enough food and shelter ?
Image credit : Banksy
Frédéric Benqué 