Transparent Words - Poetry

 

The Birmingham Pub Bombings  
by Chris Major
 
 
A thick unnatural silence
drops with the dust.
A black charred beam
resembles a body,
until it twitches and
resembles a black charred beam.
Streamers burn and drip,
while banners proclaiming "Merry Christmas"
flutter a greeting someone's
been blown from.
Some died, some were scarred,
and some feel the blast
after 25 years;
it still trembles voices,
causes pain -
stirs words that
fall like this.

 

 

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