Showing posts with label benefit sanctions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label benefit sanctions. Show all posts

Monday, 15 June 2015

Capable (for Jacqueline Harris)

Am I capable of what?
Of catching what?
A bus?
I'm sorry. I'm not sure I understand you.
Haven't I just told you of the pain I am in daily,
how I have to school myself to bear it,
how it eats away at the edges of my life
while my courage shrinks smaller every day?
I have such pain in my back,
and in these poor hands of mine;
and my eyesight, too, is failing.
A bus, you say.
I do not understand you.
What is it you would have me do?
Work? Yes I used to work.
Until my body was pressed
past all enduring.
I was a nurse. Yes.
There was a fall. At work.
My life was much altered that day.
Now you come at me with questions
I do not understand.
Have you not heard 
what I have told you?
Am I capable of catching a bus?
Are you capable of feeling 
compassion?
Are you capable of human kindness?
Are you capable 
of love?

Abigail Ottley Wyatt, June, 2015





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Tuesday, 19 May 2015

Staring at Austerity

I switch on my phone.
Youtube.
'The Black Triangle List',
a film by disabled
artist-campaigner,
Vince Laws,
and film-maker
Andrew Day,
comes up and I select.
On a black screen,
white words
begin to scroll down.

The film is silent.
A memorial,
that, I am warned,
may upset me.
I begin to read.
People who have died
within 6 weeks
of losing benefits:
10,200 . . .
I concentrate in horror.
Black Triangle’s
ongoing list
from media reports:
100 and rising . . .

Then the list.
Details of austerity-
related deaths.
A man, 53.
Blind and agoraphobic.
Atos found him
Fit for Work.
He took his own life.
A woman, 51.
Breast cancer.
Atos found her
Fit for Work.
She died a few weeks later.
The stories mount.
I feel anger rise.
Where the hell
was duty of care?
In my ears, each
life speaks in the deep
silence of the film.

I watch to the end.
The website addresses
for Black Triangle,
(the Disability
Anti-Defamation
Campaign)
and the Samaritans,
are the final frames.
Then a last paragraph,
beginning,
‘It doesn’t have to be like this . . .’
I repeat the words.
The whisper feels
like it’s gone
around the world;
when it comes back,
somebody has
challenged Austerity.

Cath Davies, May, 2015







Cath Davies lives and writes in North Wales. She has worked in social care for many years. Currently, she is currently studying creative writing at degree level at the Open College of the Arts where she has been a student since 2008.