At Beginnings or Endings

Surprised …

To be –

Still –

So near the

High level bridge:

Cars thumping

On their

Temporary routes

Between one shock

And the next.

Distant Blows

Distant blows –

Source unknown –

Sledgehammer?

Rimshot?

Shell?

Each replying to

Its own call;

Echo meeting shock.

Distant, rolling blows;

Definite, getting closer.

Survivors listen for the

Passing cracks,

Not knowing if

Construction is approaching

Or its alter ego: destruction

Is heading down the plot.

Unconcerned, the men

Digging trenches

Lean on shovels,

Knowing the soil

Will succour both …

And more.

 

LH 953

 

From the expensive wait

And neon hurry-up

To the bright hurry-up

And plastic wait

We file in patient-breakfast order

Down the tunnel’s concertina

Into the next tube that

Holds your breath;

Hope, Like the Moon …

Sun, bright redeeming sun

Shocks and surprises me this dawn

As I patiently creep between

The long made bed and

The one I am slowly building.

Finish

Terrible sounds and memories from a

Long gone troubled English evening

Tumbling over and over, reach me:

Carried on a Patriot wind.

Charity and lavender dreams shattered,

Runner camaraderie staggered

– Hopefully only temporarily –

Here in the original Tea Party City

– Where a different way to

Make a point was born.

We, the naïve, the unsuspecting

May make such easy casual-slaughter victims;

But remember  your secret,

Dark-mask shadows

Are not welcome here …

The fact that you can

Gives you no rights.

Please let this finish line

Be the last.

Image: www.telegraph.co.uk

17/4/2013