Walking out
Embraced by soft morning chill
No sounds
To cloud the chorus
That had greeted
The recent dawning
No comfort in
A familiar convoy of buses
Full of light
And nothing else
A world not strange
to hearts and thoughts
That will never match
The received insane wisdom
of the unwise
Listening to the words
Of the sacrificial genius
On the dishonoured roll
of the dead
Soon to be lost in our past
‘ Isolation’ copyright Geoff Francis 2020
‘Raptor’s Plight’ copyright Geoff Francis 2018