Discarded
Under the viaduct
things are discarded,
where shadows fall heavy
before the night.
Echoes of victims
hauntingly silent,
two drunken strangers
desecrate a murder.
Last moments
absorbed in brick,
graffiti screams
where no-one sees.
Nonchalant commuters
thunder above,
everyone moving away
from you.
Graham Sherwood
Wed 23rd Apr 2025 14:50
My kind of brevity David.
Screaming graffiti is a great idea