buy a broadsheet this morning
to see if anyone is left alive
in the Middle East at all
they way they've have you think
its all block of flats ripped with giant holes
like
a ravenous monster came into town and bit thru to the lifts
and
News Men, of course
shrunk under helmets and pale blue flak vests
after all the bombs and bullets and bangs
no
one
asks
if
mummy can smile at daddy
and
play with you
this morning
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