Suspended in the
Silent, stubborn wind.
Rubber was split bent double
Across the pitch
Like an un-answered prayer.
Ghostly, dismantled
Across a sky of open wounds
Substituting noise for silence
Over lepping lane
With fear watching over
The scoreboards.
Memories dismantled across stands
And dissolved into a absence
Half rubbed out
With justice rattling
In the silence.
Justice.
hopefully justice will be served someday.
excellent
Very hard-won justice, it has to be said...
A fine poem on a tough subject, though.
This has a certain panache, Andy, perhaps a bit wordy, but still emotionally sincere.
Each scarf left
outside the ground.
Respect shown to
lost football fans.
Suspended stubborn wind
waited in silence.
For overdue justice
To stir them.
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Dave Bradley
Wed 18th Sep 2013 13:54
Well done Andy. Fitting and sensitive. I, for one, will never forget the big bell tolling across this city the morning after.