As steps of shadows ache, let all things fall
there is a pattern
but none within can make sense of it at all
so push or drift as silk or stone
will slide or crash within the chamber
exposing pain that lives deep in cuts
a bloodied sigma mirrored back
in the self replicating corridor.
Veronica Aldous all rights reserved 2017
We made many guns and arms and warplanes. The instruments of war.
We armed the world to its teeth and made billions.
Nation fought nation bringing horror and famine and waves of lost children
We turned the refugees aside as they ‘don’t belong here’.
A child drowning in an ocean didn’t matter once we said
‘we need to look after our own.’
We created this situation.
We voted for it
Until we are all refugees
Our voices lost in a rising sea.
Veronica Aldous 2017
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The day after Halloween
At our cafe a woman keeps trying to catch my eye
Whilst I am trying to read a badly subtitled tv
She is getting louder, but a thousand are caught
In a bottleneck, a madman chops his hand like sabre
A serpent park is his monomania
His face is mould white, a twisted hole for a mouth
This is attrition, barbarous fog outside
Wrythen coils of purblindness
Amid the carrot cake and cappuccinos
Oh she says to her boyfriend, his phone waved around
Just look at your fucking head in that costume!
Veronica Aldous 2016 All rights reserved