FRACTURE
Noise vandalises quiet
Fragments of colour
Dislocate and splinter
In the heavy air
Voices compete
For a thin thread
Of attention
Weaving in and out
Amid the shifting collage of
The banal and the deadly
Layering the walls
Of the mind
The sin of wearing
A contrasting belt
On an ample waist
The dangers posed
By a neighbour’s right
To live on my patch of green
The limbs of the child
Scattered on the war-torn road
Reflection sacrificed
Shredded and nailed
To the four corners
Of opinion
Escape the hum
Of divide to rule
For the place of silence
Where thought begins
And all that is fractured
Is drawn to the centre
Jagged, but whole
Blind rage drops its fists
Finds nothing
In its hands
But a piece of bread
From a shared loaf
Mud at the wall 