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