Pruning Roses












My secateurs are surgically efficient.
Their finely bevelled blades
create the future.

I move slowly from bush to bush,
selecting the strongest wood,
pruning roses.

...

The undressing-room is crowded.
We are exhausted after our journey
and frightened.

An officer in a black uniform
is speaking through a megaphone.
He tells us that we are to have a shower.

He orders us to undress.
To hang our clothes on the hooks,
and to take a piece of soap into the shower-room.

As we enter some of the children start to cry.
The door is bolted behind us.
The lights go out.

...

My secateurs are surgically efficient.
I move slowly from bush to bush,
pruning roses.