Local Nomad (Online) April 2015
Red as a bell
he thought
Red as a wagon
redder than anger
& wet
Thicker than water
Something buzzed
startled by shadows
Particles of dust
centuries old
would not settle there
He turned the corner
in a glint of final steel
foreign faces followed
There was a feeling
no one knew what to think
any more
Horizons away
Hollywood imagined it differently
Horizons away
Mars was half swung round
in the midnight sky
The world was half asleep