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Kryvyi Rih
Civilians lie, annoyingly dead,
Innocent prey of the enemy’s sport,
While wannabe gods in Washington cry:
‘You losers! We told you. It's all your fault.’
Others in Ukraine, spared till now, await
A shabby, hardly necessary fate,
And wriggle in the web where they are caught.
Friday 7th March 2025 6:04 am
The Vineyard
A cemetery, you may think, but
No bodies lie beneath, just roots;
No unattested arms remain,
No pairs of sweaty, unclaimed boots.
Quite soon there will be vines and grapes,
And then the succulence of wine;
No trace of blown-off body parts,
Detached by shell shot or by mine.
The volunteers who tend the place
Sense no souls planted underground;
They prune and ...
Tuesday 4th March 2025 8:47 am
The Luck of the Draw
You may have the misfortune to
Live upstairs from or right next door
To somebody they want to kill.
It’s not your choice; you have no voice
In whose blood they would like to spill.
And, being close, it could be you,
Who sees the bomb fall through their floor.
No one's fault. The luck of the draw.
Sunday 6th October 2024 9:39 pm
The Last Supper
They munch at scraps of bread
And gulp their meagre drink;
They borrow someone’s phone
To make one final call,
Then scrape up what he asks
To squeeze into the boat
And shiver as the sea
Sets out its fearsome stall.
Wednesday 2nd October 2024 5:19 pm
His Finest Day
A school tragedy (A poem within a poem)
The first day of the autumn term
We knew that something was amiss.
We saw the solemn-looking staff;
We felt the pain of grief subsist.
It seemed that in the holidays
A boy called Whipps had disappeared.
Since almost thirty days had passed,
The worst of outcomes was now feared.
He was a shy and quiet boy,
To w...
Thursday 4th January 2024 7:51 am
Leaving Bangkok
Had he been riding the moped,
Of which there was now little left?
From behind my taxi window,
Cocooned in sweetly freshened air,
I imagined the pain and death
And the relatives, all bereft.
Peering out, I could see him, sprawled,
Bloody, like meat. ‘Airport soon, sir’
Announced the driver. Soon I'm gone
From this unyielding, lethal place,
Flying home through thin-aire...
Thursday 27th April 2023 8:01 am
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