Do you see me brother? A feckless skyscraper marching on. Not deaf but deafened, not blind but blinded, I watch myself marching past the children, a million miles away and all in pretty rows. We were these children once before blue academies and flags and books and songs written by long-dead men, the songs we used to sing, we watched the soldiers, marching by we marvelled at the colour. They were so handsome then.
I find you, with graveyard eyes, brother I feel those eyes on me. You, who watched me marching by, you, who turned against that old familiar stench, drift into my sleeping focus. I will not rest-
Tonight the rivers of blood are sated. Tonight as I listen to the old recording: “As I look ahead, I am filled with foreboding” Like the roman I see the Thames is foaming and all is red. A needle skips,
the hush descends.
The tears flowing from my eyes are invisible to me, the taste of them is all that’s left. I shout and scream into the bed but still I find your staring face. Locked safely far away from me. Locked safely in my memory. And I choke on empty air.