There are too many fractures

in the fabric of what we are

when talking of the greater.

We let people spill through

into the emptiness.

We mourn and demonise,

plant blame in gardens

not our own

and pretend to learn from mistakes

already repeating.


I wrote one poem for today’s Quadrille prompt before I started thinking about everything that has happened over the last few days. We always seem to be learning our lessons too late and apologising rather than preventing. I hope one day that will change.