The Fall (poem)


The Fall


saw a dead man today

walking past his vacant body

men & school-kids clustered

trying to revive him like

some modern Lazarus

I went home to listen

to the new CD I bought

but I think of this man

& lifeless bodies lying

on pavements

as you might imagine them

in Gaza or Hudaydah or Aleppo

though this one was solitary

perhaps his day was just like

any other –

walking to the safety & security

of home like I was

but never got there

his strong body falling

his life shattering

like glass


Joanne Fisher


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