Dominic Bond
Sutton, Surrey UK

I write poetry among other things. always preferring brevity, and have been published online on and in print in Driftwood Press, Poetry Birmingham and Kallisto Gaia magazines.

Written 14th December 2020

Surroundings 

 

A sea of houses 

with a risk of  

drowning, 

 

sallow walls with  

palm trees and 

windows saying  

 

nothing, God missing  

from the eulogy, 

seen from the air 

 

as one long sentence 

punctuated by bins, 

excommunicated. 

 

Inside they pass gravy 

imbibing the news, 

pause at the meaning 

 

to their relief 

not them, not 

death, for now. 

 

Then a cyclist passes 

leaving fire in its  

tracks, 

 

raising awareness 

of a revolution 

slowly burning, 

 

one man shouting 

his face like mine. 

I don’t answer back.