DISSONANCE
How to hold together
In our eyes and ears
Words and Word
As the News breaks
The angels’ song
Lit by the power
Of our phones
Never have we fed
With such avidity
On the tree of semi-knowledge
Its fruit hanging ripe
For consumption
In the dust-filled air
As the shells fly by
Desperate to dig deep
For understanding
Will our scrabbling hands
Find in the rubble
A pearl among the corpses
And carry it with us
As a sign of hope?
Could its transformation
From grit to jewel
Speak new words
Into the songlines
Of our history?
Mud at the wall 