Signs of Recognition

 

He’s busy watching all the titles

Each one linked like a slow

Train to Hull,

     But they keep

Rasping and grating,

Faking the cargo within,

Not many would he -

For a free meal

Or drink of nutrition,

     for,

He knew,

He knew he was alone

Like others who

Thought that peace would come.

 

     All alone,

On a global scale

Each and everyone

Chin on the ground –

No-one in unity

But all knowing

The same fate,

 

     He gathered

His wit,

Came back for more

In the hope of a fix,

And he so desperately

Wanted all to win

So desperately sought

The leap of his heart,

 

     He turned off

A thousand prying eyes

And took shelter

Under his sheet,

     But before he turned

Smile to grin

In the hope of freedom,

He ventured a flurry of tears.

 

     No mercy shown,

No favours from passionate gods,

Nothing he had did he own,

His life and his heart – never meant.

 

Michael J Waite 22^nd June 2013.