Poetry

Bit By Bit

4:30pm
silence
for one minute
to remember victims
of the London Bridge attack
and I felt a smack of guilt
over my lack
of concern but I have
sadness enough sitting here
an ocean away as the
incessant rain
pounds pieces of my soul
to the bloated ground
and she cannot hold me,
rejected
I am fed
bit by bit
through the dank concrete
storm drain
where on fairer days
the groundhog likes to stay
and they say this rain
which has stolen me
will go the sea –
so there I will be,
fractured and bruised
a soggy black and blue,
not even mighty Neptune
will know what to do
to make me of use
again

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