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We queued at the supermarket;

I saw that everyone was dead.

And yet they were still standing.

Out of defiance? Contempt?

Perhaps just out of habit.


We queued at the bakery,

And in the rows of cakes

We saw the faces of the fallen:

Unmoved, at last at peace.


We queued at the bus stop.

A passer-by called out to us

And we called back,

But no one was alive

To tell the tale.


We queued, bilingual,

For the book of condolences,

But no one could find their name

In either language.


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Stephen Gospage

Sun 4th Feb 2024 08:20

Thank you very much, Graham. There was a certain stream of consciousness element to this. It came out very fast and then I spent some time revising it. Your positive reaction is much appreciated.

And thanks to Nigel, Steve, Stephen A, Manish, K Lynn and John GE for their support.

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Graham Sherwood

Sat 3rd Feb 2024 10:59

This is a very new but emphatic style for you Stephen. A big soft punch in the gut that winds you! I had to read it more than the once for it to sink in but sink in it has.

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