Thursday, 9 June 2011

Coffins for Heaven

(for innocent mistakes)

Mistakes like a virulent rash
Kohl-streaked cheeks, rimmed red eyes
Table-top conversations
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Bee sting wounds from troubled talk
Daytime soirees peppered with lies
Heat from unheated wounds
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Mayhem minded sleepless nights
Filled with voices, resounding cries
Rivulets of wandering pain
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Gruesome endings to fairytales
After numerous failed tries
Giving up, living on
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Friday, 3 June 2011


My mamma’s a pretty one.
She’s pink today, wearing pink,
Her giggles like tinkling bells,
Or summer water gurgles,
She’s big around the middle,
Nana says it’s my baby sister
Or a baby brother, perhaps.
My mamma’s a pretty one.

She’s not playing with me now,
Moaning now and then...
There’s grime everywhere
And so many people too.
She doesn’t look at me
Or at them either,
I wait for my new baby friend.
My mamma’s a pretty one.

Where’s Daddy, I wonder
He’s gone, they say.
Looking at me with wondrous eyes
Daddy’s away, they tell me.
I wonder why
He must make the sick people well
Sick people are sad
Is my Mamma sick?
But she’s such a pretty one.

It was so hot in the wide open field
When they thrust fire into my hands.
And so hot now
People, so many...
Leave my Mamma alone, I wail
She’s ill, don't you see?
But they don't go...
And they don't stay...

Whispers, just whisper around me.
Mamma! Look at me!
Where’s Daddy?
I want Daddy.

They look at her.
She looks at me.
I am one.
I look.

 My colleague lost her husband in an air-ambulance crash
There are no words to console her, their families, and families of others who lost their lives. A day passed, a week, a month, and slowly a year will have passed... and the little child of one will never know his father. He ended up with the worst deal because he didn't even understand he was supposed to be in pain.
This's unfair.