for Jude Cowan Montague
What must they think of us?
Hands up, wailing,
Caught between arguments
That mean nothing to our day-to-day
Bodies spin in dust and blood,
Throats raw, mouths stretched
To silent screams,
Exhausted by tragedy.
Pick up the pieces
Stretch out hands to those
Too far gone to see them,
Heads sunk to heaving chests
Get on with another day in hell.
What must they think of us?
Hands up, wailing,
Baffled by arguments
That mean nothing to our day-to-day
Heads spin at images of dust and blood
Clenched jaws stretch
To silent yawns,
Exhausted by tragedy.
Click on the pieces
Stretch to electronic pats for those
Too far away to be real,
Heads sunk to comfortable navels
Get on with another day in heaven.
Jude works as a Media Archivist and is currently sifting through images from the latest conflict in Gaza. The first line comes from a social media status update she made...
Beautiful and thought-provoking.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Leanne.
DeleteI wasn't expecting to write any new poetry while prepping for Edinburgh (or, indeed, while up there!), so this came as a bit of a surprise...