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 falling his life shattering like glass Joanne Fisher
Originally published in JAAM 19.
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