Mar 2019
A swathe of green awash,
With mourning dew;
Soaks the toes of my shoes,
Bearing witness to my passing,
As I bear witness to the passing of others.
With mourning dew;
Soaks the toes of my shoes,
Bearing witness to my passing,
As I bear witness to the passing of others.
It’s Saturday morning and usually my neighbourhood hums with activity; car washers, dog walkers, parents heading to the park with their children - cricket bats in tow. Today, Deans Avenue is devoid of traffic and heavily armed police patrol the western perimeter of Hagley Park. I walk under the avenue of old oaks, past the mosque and wonder at the madness of it all.
