Wednesday, 16 September 2015

Broken Beams

Splinters of light breaking from beams

Outside in the crouched cold an army waits

To pick up it’s feet again 

taking harvests of harm to the chapel.

Calm walls crack under the weight

Of all this expectation,

Men dug in, women aloof

And the shattered sounds of children

Taking violence in echo

"This is how it works" says the priest

Relieved of his duties by shells

Breaking like beams of light.

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