this space/time aches with
unvoiced things; when pixels bring
you, me – here, now


Hillsborough, 15th April 2006

30 000 silences
30 000 breaths held
waiting, for a last breath
                                     that never comes.

The travelled wind gasps
at its capture in this local, girdered cage,

and whispers through the flags –

blue and white, gold and green
to Red –

Walk on. Walk on.

I’m terrified my self-conscious tears
will drop like bells.