He found a stone in-between the fences

matted with blood and hair,

across the wire blackened canisters and rubber

which came from here but landed there.


There’s a fat old sloth slumped by the checkpoint

his weapon slung like a child’s toy,

he drags laboriously on filterless tips

and has no concern for a wounded boy.


From the tower, cameras scan the terrain

everything on CCTV,

while the man with the stone in no-mans land

ponders, which side of the fence should he be? 


Ramallah 4 Feb 18 


© Wolfgar 2/2018 


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Wolfgar Miere

Thu 8th Feb 2018 14:11

Thanks very much Steve, much appreciated.


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steve pottinger

Wed 7th Feb 2018 20:27

A very powerful piece, and that first stanza is just superb.

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Wolfgar Miere

Wed 7th Feb 2018 05:19

Thank you Frances, Laura, Ray and Stu,

I am always grateful for your comments and the time you take to read my scribbles.

All the best,


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Stu Buck

Tue 6th Feb 2018 19:47

so good david. you have this uncanny knack to find the strangest beauty in horror, and the power of the writing could not be replicated by one with eyes who have not seen. brilliant, stay safe.

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Tue 6th Feb 2018 16:27

Any poem that asks a question has my whole attention, especially coming right at the end like a snare for the unwary. The whole poem has a wonderful sense of relevance and ambivalence. Great portrayal about the guard. A real quality offering David.


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Laura Taylor

Tue 6th Feb 2018 13:37

Excellent poem, in structure and smashed-glass content.

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Tue 6th Feb 2018 03:25

This is so powerful.

I was thinking of you, David, when I posted my poem today.

Thank you.

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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 5th Feb 2018 19:35

So much I could say and I am grateful for all your comments, I need to be careful. So here's a song about passing it on and staying in the fight.



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Mon 5th Feb 2018 14:51

There's a palpable sense of isolation in observation, and the question is really a powerful statement as to the difficulty (impossibility?) of overcoming the vulnerability of being alone and undivided.

Looking forward to reading more from you, David.

Rachel x

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keith jeffries

Mon 5th Feb 2018 09:22

Good Morning David, This poem clearly indicates that it has not taken you long to become cognizant with the present day reality of life in the Land of the Holy One. 2000 years ago the Romans occupied the land; lttle has changed. I await with interest more verses of your first impressions. Take good care as no one there is immune from discrimination or violence. Keith

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