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Saturday, 18 August 2012

Roaring Silence


Screaming cannon fire
That deafening cascade
Pounding on the walls
Colliding cannonade
And as the deluge stops
Silence all around
Fearful emptiness
Before the salvos pound

Never ending barrage
Calms only for a moment
Pounds at careful thought
Increasing in its torment
Walls torn by hardened shell
Fall shattered to the ground
Churning in confusion
No respite to be found

The pain I have is nothing
Compared to those I know
This minor weak infliction
Soon, in time, will go
And as I sit in silence
Cursing with each breath
I ponder their misfortunes
And marvel at their strength

© Fergus Martin
2012