Cold Rambler

Sixty Million Tonnes  and what do we get? Almost a song lyric  written for those who don’t get older,  the uncounted ones lost in the rubble of Gaza. Sixty Million Tonnes of homes, roads,  and infrastructure converted into rubble that will take uncountable years for us to clear and still longer to rebuild towns and villages,  to replant crops and trees. And who are the ‘us’ - the ones who will pay. The same ‘us’ as did it before and will do it again unless perpetrators are held accountable. And while this goes on, year upon year ‘they’ will feed those surviving living still in that wasteland of rubble. The same ‘they’ as did it before,  are trying to do it now and will do it again unless perpetrators are held accountable. And how will we, us, they and them  deal with the hate engendered. It will have to be dealt with, then what will we do as we count the cost once again.   Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social...

My flesh pays the wages of these bugs. I think my thoughts are where the work gets done but it's on the factory floor of torso, arms, legs, face, where invisible creatures go about their rubbing, flaking, gnawing, devouring, industry. Can't blitz them, can't wash them away, can't get rid of them, no way. Some fool even has the nerve to say they're good for me. People like that get under my skin. I hope they enjoy the bug company. John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Midnight Mind, Novus and Flights. Latest books, “Bittersweet”, “Subject Matters” and “Between Two Fires” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in Levitate, White Wall Review and Willow Review.