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Shamshad Khan
POT (MUSEUM ARCHIVE)
POT (MUSEUM ARCHIVE)
POT (MUSEUM ARCHIVE)
so big — they said you shouldn’t really be moved
so fragile you might break
you could be from anywhere pot
styles have travelled just like terracotta
you could almost be an english pot
but I know you’re not.
I know half of the story pot
of where you come from
of how you got here
but I need you to tell me the rest pot
tell me
did they say you were bought pot
a looters’ deal done
the whole lot
sold to the gentleman in the grey hat
or
did they say you were lost pot
finders are keepers you know pot
or
did they say they didn’t notice you pot
must have slipped onto the white sailing yacht
bound for england.
someone
somewhere
will have missed you pot
gone out looking for you pot
because
someone
somewhere
made you
finger nails
pressed
snake patterned you pot
washed you pot
used you pot
loved you pot
if I could shatter this glass
I would take you back myself pot.
you think they wouldn’t recognise you pot
say diaspora
you left now
you’re not really one of us.
pot I’ve been back to where my family’s from
they were happy
to see me
laughed a lot
said I was more asian than the asian’s pot
I was pot
imagine.
the hot sun on your back
feel flies settle on your skin
warm grain poured inside
empty pot
growl if you hear me
pot?
pot?
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POT (MUSEUM ARCHIVE)
so big — they said you shouldn’t really be moved
so fragile you might break
you could be from anywhere pot
styles have travelled just like terracotta
you could almost be an english pot
but I know you’re not.
I know half of the story pot
of where you come from
of how you got here
but I need you to tell me the rest pot
tell me
did they say you were bought pot
a looters’ deal done
the whole lot
sold to the gentleman in the grey hat
or
did they say you were lost pot
finders are keepers you know pot
or
did they say they didn’t notice you pot
must have slipped onto the white sailing yacht
bound for england.
someone
somewhere
will have missed you pot
gone out looking for you pot
because
someone
somewhere
made you
finger nails
pressed
snake patterned you pot
washed you pot
used you pot
loved you pot
if I could shatter this glass
I would take you back myself pot.
you think they wouldn’t recognise you pot
say diaspora
you left now
you’re not really one of us.
pot I’ve been back to where my family’s from
they were happy
to see me
laughed a lot
said I was more asian than the asian’s pot
I was pot
imagine.
the hot sun on your back
feel flies settle on your skin
warm grain poured inside
empty pot
growl if you hear me
pot?
pot?
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