Sunday, 10 November 2013

SILENCES

After the bell strikes I think
of the seconds the bomb burst broke
the chatter and there was silence on the train.

In these silences I sometimes think
of deserts. Winston Churchill. Towers and castles
felled like forests. Che Guevara. Afghanistan.

No-one more silent than the dead.
Nothing more silent than the schoolroom razed by drones.
Nowhere more silent than the battlefield tomorrow.

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