Rip Bulkeley and a poem for Grenfell
In a series of nationwide events to mark the tragedy of the Grenfell Tower and following on from my previous Write Out Loud article from a few days ago, I met and spoke to the organiser of "Poems for Grenfell Tower" Rip Bulkeley who is spearheading a continuing campaign supporting the official "Grenfell United" organisation with funds and awareness raised through poetry.
It was a humbling experience to have come a step or two closer to the tragedy even if just for a few moments, but Rip, as well as being a formidable character who is driving forward the project very strongly, sent me this new poem of his own which I would like to share with you:
Like any and every other day
this one was filled with happiness,
with loss and crime and ice-cream vans,
with lovers' confessions and catastrophes,
with hopeless refugees, with foolishness and failures,
with traffic shunts and garbled texts
and delicious meals shared with friends.
Nothing extraordinary was supposed to occur.
Our online lives were already too full for that,
too crammed with coping, fears, and change,
with the wanted birthday of a partner
or the unwanted anniversary of their dementia.
But it happened, because like childbirth it had to happen.
It thrust its evil way into the evil world
which we had built especially for its theatre,
ending scores of lives and changing those of thousands.
No flights into or out of Heathrow
were grounded by its column of charnel smoke.
Though probably Ramadan was altered
for some of those rushing to help.
We cannot should not put it back, do it justice, or move on.
The self-syled 'great'
are remembered for a century or two,
but 72 Hashims or Glorias or Biruks?
There hasn't been a single day of national mourning,
a Grenfell Day
Rip Bulkeley 13 June 2018