There is a red rubber vein
in the industrial neck of this city.
can’t speak history
curling my fist
around this night in Brussels -
where a statue of King Leopold II
the deep red that flames
fires my feet through the lines of E.U Citizens
at the Eurostar Check in.
with an i-phone connected
to the modern day
of a Congolese miner
These are Leopold’s words cut
into his stone statue -
“I have undertaken the work in Congo in the interest
of civilisation and for the good of Belgium”
These words have severed limbs
And if don’t charge my i-phone
history will have no reception.