Foreigner in my own Country

‘For the record

the factory was always fiction

built within itself

twisted metal stolen from the earth’s

steel: shiny, metallic

and richer than the bronze

that drips back onto the ground;

where it will grow into a tree

with branches like scaffolding

and tyres as leaves

that are always dead,

even when bloated,

and the country that surrounds

is billing them for profit-

but I sit here not to judge

but to be judged

and that is the only real crime’