Story

There’s a news report in the background;

Distraction from my world,

Our world,

It is the world,

And I can’t concentrate

When emotionless voices talk of death.

Don’t tell me this again.

This fictitious repetition

To be archived next week

For a better headline.

But ‘Brave little Billy’ is getting better!

He had a friend, Master Ed,

Who’s Dad was in that plane,

Smouldering overleaf

(But they don’t know that yet).

Kettle’s boiled, time for tea.

The kitchen smells of biscuits baked,

Fresh today, like the one’s Nancy made

To calmly comfort Mrs Ed

Who saw Billy’s little smiling face

On the front page of the paper

She’ll keep in the box under her bed

For the rest of forever.

Poor Billy,

Poor Billy.

That brave little boy;

And hundreds died today...