Posted by: David Harley | July 6, 2013



it follows me
through the 80s

still I flinch
at casual re-runs
of the Sharpeville shootings

and still I flinch
at the massed black faces
on the corner of the street where I live
scarring them
with my fear and suspicion

and there’s never a policeman around
when you need one
to hold your hand
rather than your collar

every day
at sunset
the spy camera in the sky
shreds the flimsy air about me
with its rotors
and lays bare my statistics
where it hurts most
and matters least
since only my motivation

remains unproven


Living in Tottenham in the 1980s… Published in Vertical Images 2, 1987. Copyright David Harley 1987


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