Bananas
― This morning I was having my breakfast and chatting about the state of the Middle East with my daughter, as I talked I realised that the whole state of affairs is absolutely bananas. With this in mind I thought I would share a poem I wrote a few weeks ago which is about that fruit. ∙ Bananas ∙ Mile on mile of broad leaved plantsadorned with plastic bags,grown by corporationsand cut by men in rags. ∙ The fruit is called “banana” and each one looks the samethey cut them when [...].











