Arrivals - Poem by Sean Joyce
No, I made no application
I have only just arrived.
But you are - happy here?
Yes, I’m happy but surprised.
We heard mention of abortion
and other threats besides.
You say we, not I, does that
imply I should fetch another form?
There’s only me, my twin did not survive
- will that create problems as I go?
Well, I’m sure I wouldn’t know
so let’s just move along.
What skills, if any, do you have?
I can learn as fast as lightening but
I hoped there would be
someone here to meet me.
So what will become of you?
Do you have hopes and plans and things?
What’s your favourite colour, and
who’s your favourite star?
Do you know what you would like to be?
Oh yes, I‘d like a job like yours so I can
welcome new people into the world
and besides my brother might come by
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