Ken Allen

Ken Allen


For his next trick he conjures himself, unseen,

from inside the locked cell to outside, scaling

the holdless walls by some subtle sleight

of his four hands until somehow, suddenly,


he’s grinning beside the punters like somebody’s

hairy ginger brother, posing for photos

before being chased by keepers in a crazy

Keystone Cops routine. His shaggy magic


is powerless to keep him free, though, let alone

to resurrect each felled tree, to redress

his bare ancestral lands in deepest green.

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