September, 2010

I'm breaking
into pieces.
Our fathers' work
come to nothing.
Our buildings, bricks.
Rubble, our roads and words.
Coloured and plain,
cracked in their frames,
shards, our windows.
They're here, the scientists
whose work may one day save lives.
Saved, our lives;
but our fathers' work
has come to nothing.

----- all the best jay, and all my love to Christchurch
 

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