a space & time

I was going home from work, listening to Dire Straits' Brothers in Arms on my mp3. The rain was heavy, but it was the sky that was truly frightening, greyish dark, blanketing, not a hint of white or other colours.

With nothing better to do, the words just formed in my head, there and then, listening to that song. The muse strikes at odd hours. And nothing much to offer this week except this odd piece.



image by dsnake1


a space & time


Outside
      the rain was slamming
      against the bus
      from a sky that had fallen
      to confront the world
      on the ground.
      raindrops slip streaming
      down frosted glass
      like tears for those
      who had fallen in wars.

      the metal arms
      of windscreen wipers
      grunting, arcing,
      relentless arachnid limbs
      trying to erase
      the guilt of thousands
      of bloodstained years.

Somewhere
      a sentry in a
      lonely watch tower
      bothered more about
      the damp on his rifle
      than enemy intruders,
      watched the rain
      lashing wires and sandbags,

      despairing

      as did a Roman legionnaire
      watched in helplessness
      on a hill in Golgotha
      nearly two thousand years
      before.

      their voices
      crossing
      through space & time
      reaches a dreamer
      in a bus going home
      in a rain soaked city
somewhere.


23.03.07
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