Things were different

Things were different

They are different now

Perhaps I was alive

I might now be dead

It doesn’t take a long eye

To see the future

Is as much a mystery

As history

Which is revised

To suit the times

The way the earth turns

The sideways look

On the face of a neighbour

Who might well be a stranger

Dressed in the drab black

Of mourning

Like an old witch of yore

Never guilty of much

Other than being different.

The city, a dungeon

Dark as a hole in the sky

Grey skull houses

Hellfire towers

Worlds can disappear

Overnight

Swallowed by indifference

Fates align in small spaces

Pieces of life

Mine maybe

Others with me

Passing strangers

Dancing together

For want of anything better

As walls once high

Crumble and fall

The cracks grow wider

The clamour of sirens

The wail of bloodied skies

Wickedness meets beauty

Skin deep

A flight of fancy

To curdle the brain

The wrought of change

Is a living thing

I thought to ignore

Before my intentions were bested.

The thought of you

The difference it made

The weft of life

Embellished, bejewelled

Embroidered in threads of gold

Burnished with the effort

Of closing old wounds

Honour the past

Stitch me in time

Step forward

My heart can take it

Together we are bombproof.