War Moment.

The screen dances
With all the expected images,
The daily parade of wants
Framed in glowing colour,
The endless loop of applause
From a pale crowd
Brought in from the rain
As a fighter dips its wings
Over a far horizon,

In the public bar
Dust and sunlight fall
In ever repeating patterns,
Someone coughs, complains about
The beer, or this soulless new music,
Ignoring all else, hands raise
Glasses to waiting lips,

All around this island,
Life goes on,
Children weep
Without having grasped sorrow,
Clocks run
Through their quota of time,
Flames dance
Unwatched in hidden places,

Elsewhere things will happen,
Good might shatter beyond repair
And we would not know,
Because here, nothing will change
Life will go on
Being a simple contract with breath,
Daily its owners will wake
Shocked and awed only
By another day being there.