April is the cruellest month, breeding
LASPO out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and despair, stirring
Dull anger in its train.
Winter left us bare, covering
Estates in fears and so, feeding
An edge of life with dread of worse.
Summer no surprise for us, coming with lack of agency
With Court time drained; we watch the LiPs arrayed,
Armed with Bar Guidance, into the bear garden,
While in the Rolls Building, they talk for hours.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we are funded, staying hearings as our work’s
Main concern, for those out, due to a bed,
We are frightened. They said, denied,
Denied, funds are tight. And down we went.
In the Tribunals, there is no fee.
I read, scope and limit, and must watch aid splinter.