A Tower in Silence

High above Mumbai

on Malabar Hill

stands a mist caressed

silent tower
 

A shrine of mystery

where carrion birds flock to feast

on reverently readied

cadavers of indigent beggars

and former dignitaries

waiting ravening beak and claw,

to soar high with eagles


or become flesh of vultures' flesh.


A tower of awful silence

stands over London W10


A cemetery of disregarded souls


the world in miniature;
 

the poor and poorer

children, fathers, aged mothers

council tenants, undocumented others

collaterals of a theology where

avarice is the key and profit the deity.
 

The twisted charred remains

of those awaiting salvation

waving despairing sheets

at cyanide smoke windows

before fire flash-brazed them

carbonised flesh of flesh

inseparable from scorched rags

Poundshop plastic kitchenware

cheap carpets, cheese-plants,

beds, bookcases, bibles,

and BrightHouse flat screen televisions

now await sniffing spaniel noses

to be located, enumerated, toe-tagged

removed in zipped-up body bags


Taken down to earth.

Laid in earth.

 

To become the earth.

 

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◄ Cinnamon and Brie

Southport Days 1966 ►

Comments

Pat Hughes

Thu 14th Jun 2018 22:06

A cemetery of disregarded souls,wow!

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