ONE LAST TIME
We bring the cup back home
for those
who will never
come home.
"We played for the people who had died!"
Pogba avows.
An absence in the heart.
The memory of her laugh.
Her smile
in a photograph.
She, so much
there but not there.
The unbearable presence
of loss.
From a pop concert
to a football final
Death walks
amongst our ordinary lives.
"MANCHESTERMANCHESTERMANCHESTER!"
the crowd chants
"WE'ILL NEVER DIE!"
Here even in the kick of a ball
the defiant gesture.
We bring the cup back home
for those
who will never
come home.
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 3:37 PM UTC
ONE LAST TIME
We bring the cup back home
for those
who will never
come home.
"We played for the people who had died!"
Pogba avows.
An absence in the heart.
The memory of her laugh.
Her smile
in a photograph.
She, so much
there but not there.
The unbearable presence
of loss.
From a pop concert
to a football final
Death walks
amongst our ordinary lives.
"MANCHESTERMANCHESTERMANCHESTER!"
the crowd chants
"WE'ILL NEVER DIE!"
Here even in the kick of a ball
the defiant gesture.
We bring the cup back home
for those
who will never
come home.
