Friday, 14 April 2017

on the allotment

Bang! goes MOAB and the whole world
Ducks and covers.
Lots to talk about, Biblical to boot.
The 'Mother Of All Bombs'
In today's parlance.

I wonder if we were a way station:
Those planes circling overhead.
I imagine people on the
Other sides of the world's faces.
Other tillers of difficult soils.

Men and women driving in the fork,
Watching the earth crumble.
Seeing civilisations fall apart
In day-to-day work.
In the shadow of Donald's
'Duck and cover' Good Friday

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