Insidious visitor of unknown origin
Look in the mirror and appreciate his goodness.
A child in the field, sinewy flesh suspended by a membrane.
The mother infected with contemporary plague.
Bullet… crack, crack ,crack, live on channel four.
`Turn it over will you, Coronation Street is about to start.`
Orphanages overflowing with silent infant tears.
Unheard of by me.
Are the Charring Cross arches packed again?
Shall I buy that extra loaf at Christmas?
Ignore the screams, suburban home next door.
March in tandem, Tesco bound.
Consider the outcome of sausage and mash,
Or the pork and ham pie.
While she sits with the frayed candle-wick.
The cigarette stained bar emits rather than glows.
Lamplight droops.
Bereaved family, now waiting on the knock.
Soldier son opened deep, incendiary device rooted in kerbside dust.
Dust? I’m sure that’s the remains of this afternoon’s suicide.
Father stares in the mirror,
appreciates his goodness!
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