Surprised …
To be –
Still –
So near the
High level bridge:
Cars thumping
On their
Temporary routes
Between one shock
And the next.
Surprised …
To be –
Still –
So near the
High level bridge:
Cars thumping
On their
Temporary routes
Between one shock
And the next.
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.
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; Continue reading
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. Continue reading
Terrible sounds and memories from a
Long gone troubled English evening
Tumbling over and over, reach me:
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
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