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In That Minute

In That Minute



countdown begins

sixty foot tapping seconds

before the tills ring again


and in that minute

when we are shamed

into impatient silence

how many of us bend our minds

to shelter the recent dead

how many imagine

rat filled terror soaked trenches

how many want to know

how it feels to die


if thoughts were pictures

in that minute

we would see the many colours

our neighbour is considering

for his kitchen

a gleaming array of shoes would walk

through the mind of a bored looking girl

and the man checking his watch

would take a knife

and slice open his overfed diary


those of us who choose

in that minute

to rest our thoughts on death

use sixty precious silent seconds

to see the unseen

the unclean

and we wonder how long it takes

to learn to look away from hunger

and from pain


how many smiles

in that minute

offered to a stranger

would colour how we paint

































◄ What We Do Not See

I Was Born With Too Many Echoes ►


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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Fri 18th Aug 2017 17:16

Beautifully, honestly conceived and very provocatively rendered. A superb subject to take up in any art form, and especially poetry.

patricia Hughes

Wed 16th Aug 2017 18:45

So powerful,pulls you in and makes you stop thinking of the mundane.

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