Grey clouds, grey faces
Are we living in black and white?
Black and white but without its simplicity
Silence
We wait, listen for a sound
Straining to hear the flutter of a dove’s wing
Silence
All at once – it begins
Harmonising moons accompanied by the river flowing
Red
So much red, so much pain
Trickling through trenches like a mother’s tears
Silence
Is this what death feels like?
We inhale the scent of hell
Grey
Barbed wire baring its glinting teeth
We wait, listen for a sound
Silence

Silence