This bleak poem could be read as my feeling of desperation about what I consider to be the disaster of Brexit. I hope for the sake of the future of Britain and Europe a deal is made. But whether there is a deal or not, I feel we have walked away from what should have been our historic destiny. Sovereignty is a chimera. If you want freedom to act, break all the ties you have. Relationships and collective responsibility are hard work, but the democratic world needs a strong Europe and we have damaged that prospect.
SWIMMER Deep currents tug the swimmer, cold grips him will not be shaken off. Is carried where he would not go. Pauses. Floats and drifts. Turns as if in sleep, takes up again the shoulder-breaking burden, testing for separation of self and sea. And in the black absence beyond strife he has forgotten how to pray.