The Fall (poem)

Image source: International Committee of the Red Cross

The Fall

saw a dead man today
walking past his vacant body
men & school-kids clustered
trying to revive him like
some new 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 like 
any other -
walking to the safety & security 
of home like I was
like we all do
but never got there
his strong body suddenly
his life shattering
like glass

Joanne Fisher

Originally published in JAAM 19.

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©️2022 Joanne Fisher

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