Your Loss – 5th June 2025

I’m sorry for your loss
Your baby lost her head
Jumping over the fences
Wild wolves with fire sticks

I’m sorry for your loss
The heart grinds to a halt
A peppercorn too thick
Down-tools the result

I’m sorry for your loss
A story told to satisfaction
Repeated through the ages
A Chinese whisper in the dark

I’m sorry for your loss
Why did you lose your head?
Take up spears to arms
And thrust through the fences

I’m sorry for your loss
The stories rewritten and revised
Wild wolves are the angels
And heads left on spikes

Somewhat a response to a comment on Christmas in Gaza

The Great Satan – 1st October 2024

Now settled in for the greatest joyful genocide
Where evil is no longer ashamed to hide
Death and mutilation a spectacle cheered
No prayers answered or conscience cleared

A playground of rubble where the children lay slain
Brothers mop up the body parts that remain
Rag-dolled and ruined by murderous intent
Fires fanned by despair of the innocent

A holy hand grenade signed and sent with a laugh
Floating ashes never find peace on this path
This fertile ground may never satisfy the beast
Once the Great Satan has been unleashed