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“Wisdom has built her house; she has set up its seven pillars.” Proverbs 9/1
At the Grenfell summit rolls London cumulus
These make do for mountains we left in Jamaica
I wear a necklace of aeroplanes and close my eyes to land.
I do not know why my wife bought net curtains and hooks
We live twenty-two floors up and only God can see us
Perhaps he can see into our bedroom, clever wife.
A fire engine shoots through roads like a street mosquito,
Blood red it drips over the snaky Thames then vanishes,
People disappear from here all the time in a puff of smoke.
Tonight, when you’re home I will listen to my son kick your ball,
Hear your water bathe his red body and if I am lucky
I will see his fingers scroll your skin like a love letter.
I am in two minds whether to change my nightshift to morning,
We need the money so I will go out to work, yes, it is done
Tonight, I will marinade chicken thighs for you wife.
At the Grenfell summit we sway in siren lights to dead man’s jazz,
I glue the spine of your grandmother’s gospel according to Ava
It is important to pray with a bible that isn’t broken in half.
Peace Poet Antony Owen 