A nomadic clan of exiles or fugitives –
we’ll never know exactly who or when.
They probably walked
across the landmass of Eurasia
or an ice-age bridge.
The British, even the whites, are a mixed lot,
an intermarrying of that first clan
with Britons, Picts and Celts,
Romans, Anglo-Saxons, Scandinavians,
Norse-Norman-French and Hanoverians.
Genealogy can’t tell us who we are
or were or might have been.
Blood-lines are common;
purity lives in phases of the mind.
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have acclimatized to the colder rain.
The Chinese restaurant in Barnstaple
has black, white, pink and brown-skinned customers.
But as a neighbour? Mr Ahmed and I
talk about the weather and gardening.
If my branch of the family
or even the whole family tree dies off
I shall survive
until our earthly succession is complete.