for Lawrence Toms and other stout hearts
I see the noughts like big heavy tears
struggle to believe each one is an individual
in my gut I know it’s true , a soft tear falls
I cannot ‘unknow’ the ghastly truth , another tear
falls, drops silently
They do no good, the system has crushed the thousands beyond life
and I stand at the shore, believe myself impotent
Yes, I have celebrated a care package for a friends daughter
been relieved at an ill friend’s grant which after that she shares with her mother
and some regular income for a friend whose feet tread imaginary stony beaches without shoes
I am swept along by a river of news
each seemingly little unrecorded injustice accumulating
twenty thousand, two hundred thousand tears or more will not erode this Shoah
you cannot tally this total with one act.
So preach love, act love, then hold my hand and include me in your plans.
I have lived in Bristol for the past 12 years and have had a collection of my poetry on tattoos published and have self published another smaller collection. I have recently completed an exhibition of poetry, clothing and a light /shadow show at Certre space in Bristol.