reading the news,
safe in our beds
of the man whose condition was critical
lying in his hospital bed
the shooting had happened
whilst the all nighters
were stumbling home
how had they missed him
this man in such need
bullet wounds allowing blood
scarlet blood
to run free
on the way to the shop
our minds blurred
stomachs empty
splatters of blood
scarlet blood
were seen
larger pools of it collected
at every door
how had they not heard him
the man in such need
visited a much missed friend this weekend who is at uni in london, coming back realising how sheltered life is in sleepy little oxfordshire.