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BANG!!!!!

Eyes up.

Three metres dead ahead.
The top of the double-decker fills
with opaque white smoke
and the roof peels back
Like a sardine can.

Somehow knowing.

Breath sucked from my chest
Running,
dodging falling tin and ….?

Then.

Nothing.

Silence.
Confusion.
Terror.

Death……

and then quietly, unapologetically… birdsong

Life.


jpm

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In downtown Dili

As the Peacekeepers’ trucks rumbled importantly by
(their helicopters clacking overhead)
And the children made their way to their teacherless schools
And the dust seeped into every crack and pore,

Someone

Had thoughtfully covered
The bottomless pothole in the centre of the road

With a delicate parasol.

 

jpm

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The first time
I went to Mongolia,
the camel spat at me (from it’s lordly height)
and sneered.

The second time
I went to Mongolia,
the camel burped disdainfully in my face
(loud and long).

The third time,
I didn’t even go to Mongolia.

I’d had it with rude camels.

 

jpm

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When he was 15,
Anh told me
his job was to dive into the sea,
bringing up the bodies of the fishermen
who had been caught out during the carpet bombing raids
on central Vietnam.
Bringing them home.

When I was 15,
I dived in the pool,
Bringing up coins.

 

jpm

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