Friday, January 22, 2016

Peter Bollington writes

the cupboard door muttered

the cupboard door muttered
a tiny wind in silent morning
nothing from across the way
with children asleep
and wounded
buildings in fallen leavings
the white dust
their parents may or may not
lie with them
resting and still
and for once just quiet
no human voices roaring
no rip and screaming
a fly studious on the window
the only witness

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