“…. never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.”
(John Donne)
oh my dear child!
what have you done?
what have I done?
what can we do?
doomed – to tear you
doomed – to be torn
doomed – to be grim
doomed – to deny
doomed – to regret
doomed – to mistake
doomed – to false note
doomed – to strike out
doomed – to go sour
doomed – to grow old
doomed – to be dust;
doomed – at last, to fail.
what is support?
what is neglect?
who are human?
imagine thirteen?!
Lying warm and close in darkness,
Huddled safe against outsiders,
4:28am, a small voice waking said,
“Your feelings are not important!”
And I was cowering, hiding
In a corner, seeking shelter,
With no direction home and
Wishing I would die;
That raised a reef for us,
On which I hurt you,
On which we wrecked us, mirroring
That inverted siren’s call;
Providing rocket fuel for anger
Bitten back too long,
A spark, igniting, as providing
Was taken and ignored.
4:30 now. We progress.
Ghosts of constructs of you people –
of those I know, or thought I knew,
who’d infiltrated my defences;
Lurk on edge, a margin in my mind,
deceiving peace, stealing relaxation
and withholding rest from me;
Actors, strange attractors,
patrolling, trolling, calling,
latching hooks that drain my strength
and cripple my resilience,
to draw me in to inhumanity.
Maintain the Advance! 