In the Refugee Camp

the old woman on TV was

surrounded by others just like her,
she bent into the television camera,
so close you could hear the blood creep
through the veins in her cheeks –

she said she’d make no trouble,
was a good woman behind her wilting veils —
and was willing to make sacrifices –
well hadn’t she done that already?

the woman on TV
was then hauled back by robed hands
and another face took her place,
and another, then another —

it reminded me of a slave market,
vassals in chains showing off their wares —
there were no takers —
some even tried to return the ones they had already.

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Dissident Voice, New World Writing, Santa Fe Literary Review, and Lost Pilots. Latest books, ”Between Two Fires”, “Covert” and “Memory Outside The Head” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in the Seventh Quarry, La Presa and California Quarterly.. Read other articles by John.