Creative Work
pot
so big- they said you shouldn’t really be moved
so fragile you might break
you could be from anywhere pot
styles have travelled just like terracotta
you could almost be an english pot
but I know you’re not.
I know halfof the story pot
of where you come from of how you got here
but I need you to tell me the rest pot
tell me
did they say you were bought pot
a looters deal done the whole lot sold
to the gentleman in the grey hat
or did they say you were lost pot
finders are keepers you know pot
or did they say they didn’t notice you pot
must have slipped onto the white sailing yacht
bound for england.
someone
somewhere will have missed you pot
gone out looking for you pot because
someone, somewhere made you finger nails pressed
snake patterned you pot washed you pot used you
pot loved you pot
if I could shatter this glass
I would take you back myself pot.
you think they wouldn’t recognise you pot
say diaspora you left now you’re not really one of us.
pot I’ve been back to where my family’s from
they were happy to see me
laughed a lot
said I was more asian than the asians pot
I was pot
imagine.
the hot sun on your back
feel flies settle on your skin
warm grain poured inside
empty pot
growl if you can hear me
pot? pot? pot.
Dedicated to all museum artefacts, in particular a Nigerian pot currently incarcerated in The Manchester Museum, Oxford Road, without charge or access to legal representation.
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