3 poems by Paul Jeffcutt

Breakfast in Kutupalong *

Half a dozen skinny kidssquat around a tin potpreparing the rice ration,their tiny earth-floored hutof bamboo and blue plastic sheetshudders as the rains lashthese cramped border hillsidesto rust-brown streams of ooze.

Down the waterlogged trailour lorry stalls,laden with sacks of ricefrom an Atlantic islandno stranger to damp or want.Kalim grasps the wheel,guns the flooded engineand steadies a courseto the sea of ragged shelters.

A temporary camp in Bangl...


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