Afterwards

live into this new world

pick a path across

the rubble – see

how fast you tread it down – stones,

pebbles, dust,

hard-packed –

live into this new world

day by day

this world without them

this pale sky over you

the blackbird

tell someone

how you would have liked to tell them

Under a sky covered in light grey cloud, a path winds between grass and tall hedges

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