Here I now lie with freedom’s wings
To dream no more of selfish things
No care of life’s short loves or sorrows
No more tomorrow’s fears or tears
To burden now, these different years…
Planned in the great – great scheme of things.
Death levered me gently on my way
Intently sent me onward here to stay
To rest a while safe from fear
How many years – it is not clear
So here I lie with freedom’s wings
To sense and learn life’s buried things.
There
Hell, who knows what’s happened
Am I OK – should I stay – never been one to pray
People screaming, panic running
I’m coming too – what shall I do?
Alarm bells pinging – cell phones ringing
Stairs, smoke, sea of bodies terrified trampling …
I’m going back to hide under my desk
Air is being sucked from this place
My white hair reflects each face
Hell, I can no longer stay here
Each tear streams down my sooted face.
Office spaces are burning now
Stench of roasting plastic wire
Skin blistering fire – I don’t want to die
Through busted windows we hang like bats
And moderato – drop to earth like screaming rats.
Only seconds I tried to claw
As safety ledges past me soared
Screaming so loud into wasted space
Death ripped me – from my frame
I have no pain – except the rage
No deity good assuage…
Whilst smouldering now in my angry…
peaceful grave.
Mike.
