Dispatched to our recycle bins the memory of their suffering comes across as a thawing out window lost across the decades rather than perpetual constant moaning,
An epitaph in the wind,
sleeping in the distance with shell like heads and shaved eyes staring at the camera,
counting to ten
engulfed in silence
in front of a candle between emotions that lie between the pair of them, praying silently their son wasn’t on the next train.
(For Paul Cealan Who lost his parents during the Second World War)
(A poem from the soon to be released split book 'Europa' with Nick Armbrister which explores real life stories set in the cruelty of War)