“I saw cruelty”
What's a border to the poor?
Late night, I guess no moon
silent as the little wind
a wire, a noise, gunfire
Carry your wife
carry your husband
a dead child is heavier
the stragglers stretch behind
I saw cruelty
applied without effort
kindness to the power of ten
and every step away from truth
Every step away from truth?
The line makes no sense
objects move from their places
maybe the search party’s missing
Now I'm in an F1 bar
fan force and silly cars
tyres are big pearls first lap
might as well be Godzilla.
© 2016 Rob Schackne
No comments:
Post a Comment