By Fred Kelly
The
currency of
current.
Demarcations on maps.
Pleasant boundaries,
Dripping dollars
Deep in Earth.
These legislators were built to breakdown.
Make beds amongst the debris.
Cavern in deep roots, Like rifles in hides.
Cower // confess.
Rub your face in dew.
Learn to begin
again.
Fred Kelly graduated from the University of Warwick in 2018 and is currently a postgraduate student at the University of Cambridge. His poem ‘Canopy Calling’ was recently published by the British Council online and his poem ‘To Late to Let’ will be published in the upcoming issue of Zine: ‘Re-Side’. Fred writes and directs for stage and screen. His next play will premiere in London at the Old Red Lion Theatre in December 2019.
