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