RAINING STONES - KEN LOACH (1993) Poem by José Miguel Silva
RAINING STONES - KEN LOACH (1993)
The unemployed, by definition, have no
face. It must be embarrassing not to have
a face. Maybe that's why they hide from us.
They hide in the streets, on park benches,
at bus stops. They hide in your bread,
in your purse, in badly written
poems or in realist British films.
Where they know no one will bother them.
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