Laura Taylor



Right Hand/Wrong Ink



A ragged-arsed philanthropy

fuelled by knowledge based on faith;

a myth-making ‘reality’ echoes in your throat.

The Money Trick you swallowed

works your tongue and teeth and lips,

and you claim a status eagerly,

handed down by men insane

with greed and acquisition:

“This is how it’s Always Been”


Red right hand writes black is white

in black and white;

war is peace; dots your eyes;

scribes within the margins in wrong ink.

Your pen emits a unity,

a summary of harmony

not found inside the whole;

of a union invisible to Jack.




Laura Taylor © 2014