Two Poems
by Sally Convey
THOUGHTS
OF A CRIPPLE
You disablist bastards!
You only do it so you can cope.
My being disabled occupies so
Infinitesimally tiny a part of my waking day,
I can exist for days and scarcely think of it.
It is only you who
Seemingly can think of nothing else.
What is hard to bear is
The patently obvious fact of your fear,
Your cringing embarrassment that I exist.
I only want to be thought of and addressed as
A fellow human being!
Disability is not a special interest group!
Don’t put me in a box, and don’t ghettoize me.
Once this momentary fit of anger has passed
I am a reasonable person.
If you feel impelled to help me
Lobby your MP –
And get the gaps removed from the pavement!
Sally Convey
A FEW DRIED STICKS OF GERANIUM
A few dried sticks of geranium
And the wind whistles through
It is cold in the winter garden.
I see nothing but the complete wreck
Of Nature. It is as if the world
Were weeping for some
Endless inconsolable grief.
The sky is not so inimical
To man it looks brighter
And better today.
What shall I do with this endless
Longing and desire I have.
Winter has laid a cold hand over
The garden.
Sally Convey
|
