July 11th Russell Square London

The square
Is awfully
Silent,
Terribly
Quiet,
A dis-quiet
That reaches down
From an empty sky
Through me
To our shared ground
But then underground
Reaching a hell
That is suddenly close,
Open, and unfathomable
A terrible, surrounding silence
Of a kind
That can only follow
The most
Terrible sounds


© 2005 Paul O'Kane

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