There is this night time

There is this night time

Once

I’d stay awake

For three nights

without sleep

easier to evade

avoid

waking

hearing

that noise

slamming metal

and the crying

screaming

now

but then

now.

Never

Goes away.

 

RAC

Watching them fly in

Watching them fly in

 

I never agreed with it

Lack of emotion

I wrote something

After 9/11

Watching them fly in

Arriving in distress

Not knowing

What they’d been leaving

She had a brother

Working in the tower

A place that I’d known

A place that I’d been

She didn’t know

If he was living

The phone call

Came and she smiled

He was alive.

Long ago

I walked home

And heard

Felt

The explosion

My classmates

Fathers, brothers

Uncles, men

Had been lost

We use that word

Lost too loosely.

Killed.

Too emotional.

What have we become?

Stone pillars

Wooden Indians

Vacant

People who live

Vicariously

Just by television

I’ve lived in a time

That isn’t literally

Real or unreal.

I write

About emotions

The connections

People things times and places

Real.

Intolerance

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Intolerance

 

I am completely intolerant

Of racism

I can’t remember a time

When I wasn’t

So now I’m listening

To those

Tired sad old lines

That begin

I’m not a racist but…

Time after time

Don’t they realise

That we

Fully understand

The subtext

what’s not being said

But is said

Opposition to immigration

is racism

And its fascism on the rise

Lets go back to the past

They incite

Empire

The commonwealth

And all that razzmatazz!

Go back to what?

Do pray tell

Workers under the heel

Racism in every way

we deal

with the outside world

women chained

to the kitchen sink

or thinking

forever of England

just breeding machines.

Go back to what?

No education?

No medicine?

No right to vote?

Silence!

 

RAC