Twenty nine men still underground, and a nation grieves.
Two minutes of silence at two pm.
Supermarkets announce the coming of the hour; everyone stops: there is silence.
I wish I was there.
Our office is a barnyard of cultures
The sounds of many languages
Everyone rushing; so busy
I couldn't stay there.
I walked to the cafe; saw the fat cats drink their lattes
Chattering through it all, like it was nothing
I walked away, found a quiet spot.
I thought about all the things the 29 would never have.
Sons, daughters, grand kids, wives and lovers.
One was a teenager, and now will always be.
Time passed, the world moved on two more minutes.
I didnt know them, I didn't have to grieve.
But I had a respect for the risks they took to make a daily wage.
And how fragile we can be when chance bets against you.
Just another day.
The world moves on; they stay behind.
Thank God the coasters will remember them.
Because there are too many who never bothered to care.
2 comments:
a very fitting tribute - beautifully written as always
Thanks Jacie.
I've been struggling with the words lately, but this was understandably easy to write.
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