She Says

 

 

P A U L  S. L.  B R O O K E S

 

 

Her fingers make an unbroken run
over the walls of our home:

“You live in a strange world.
No bullet holes for my fingers to play with.
No blast holes to climb through when

playing hide and seek.”

I reflect,
“You get used to it.
My Grandad played on bomb sites

in the fifties.Much was demolished”

Her, fingers still in motion,
“I love ruins.
Everything should be ruins.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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