(inspired by Calais, France– December 2015)
“I took a few steps and saw them, guys wearing uniforms with their dogs off the leash, carrying shiny, polished holstered guns…And the heavy pounding on their bodies, their bones scraping on the flooring, the thud made by the impact of their skulls on the steps, I can still hear all these sounds, all I have to do is close my eyes and I can see it all again…”
— Adam, À l’abri de rien
He tried to escape from Calais
in the dead of the night,
murky channels a dead giveaway
to his dark silhouette.
They found him in the hooded van
caught red-glow in flashlights
going deep under surveillance
They beat him, beat him to the ground
his head bloodied like steak,
raw juices flowing rivers
left to blacken on pavement.
Shattered fucks on walkie-talkies
framed it as self-defense,
It was an accident, they said
But what they had missed that night
inside of the Jungle
was the little part of his mind
seeking love in refuge.
© Rebecca Goes Rendezvous, 2022