Split - Poetry on Leaving the European Union

A short poem written in moments on the night the UK began the transition process of leaving the EU.

Split.

Some rejoice. Some cry.

It's a done deal now

With undone agreements.

The kitchen stinks of spilt milk

Gone sour over three years.

Sweet air will only return if

Leaver dishcloths combine

With Remainer Dettol.

Work together now.

For next year even the

Tap water may be too dirty.