When the dust settles (Poem)

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When the dust settles (Poem)

Is it to be, that only then…

our vision would reach peak acuity?

Only when the dust settles in nettles

over floods of blood and meshes of flesh?


Our foresight is a sight for sore eyes,

Cloudy sand-covered mists

summarise politics tricks

as we jump on every opportunity

to jump at each others throats.


Maybe… when the dust settles

and it is our child’s limbs in our arms

we will learn to drop our arms

and finally realise our foolishness

in settling for dust.




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