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safe zone<\/strong><\/p>\n living light in the safe zone on MSG sachets the games of the bad boys rushed into and blundered til temir the city, night walks without small arms all we wanted was bursting, to cross over <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Matt Broomfield<\/strong> is a poet, activist and journalist currently living and working in Rojava, in solidarity with the socialist-feminist revolution there. Since travelling to Rojava he has published poetry in Rise Up Review, Argot Magazine, <\/em>and Poets Read The News.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" safe zone living light in the safe zone on MSG sachets on beans and the biweekly egg music of the spheres quick-step with the squeegee here the havens of peace for the wild here the pottery shard scrape the fat from the burner all we wanted was to be left alone the games […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19710","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19710","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19710"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19710\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19712,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19710\/revisions\/19712"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19710"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19710"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19710"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\non beans and the biweekly egg
\nmusic of the spheres quick-step with the squeegee
\nhere the havens of peace for the wild
\nhere the pottery shard scrape the fat from the burner
\nall we wanted was to be left alone<\/p>\n
\nnom-de-guerres bleached in the chest
\nair-strikes the headache, mortadella
\nthe mystery, revolutionaries dizzy
\nbaring bellies in the tightness of their love
\nwaking up wicked, mattresses sniper-nested
\nall we wanted was to be left alone<\/p>\n
\nmartyred hoods on a headchopper road
\nthe slight crimes in the safe zone,
\nthe solemn and unnecessary,
\nthe polite request to spit in my mouth before hurting
\nall we wanted was to be left alone<\/p>\n
\nbroke borders, to keep oaths made in sickness
\non my head and all two of my eyes
\nsuch slight crimes we will die for,
\nthe discotheque against orders,
\ncrossing over the checkpoint
\nwithout papers for burgers,
\nall we did for the sunbreak, blood-red
\non the safe-zone, the line-dance without touching
\nall we wanted was to be left alone<\/p>\n