Grief

Dumbstruck.

I was blind.

(...)

Grief.

Anger.

Pain.

Silence.

You've gone.

Next to us,

an old man

reads a newspaper.

Alone:

English boys

don't show

their feelings.

I'm cold, in August.

Grief.

Words have

been emptied

from my brain.

Fear.

Published in Napalm and Novocain