In the Wake of Tragedy (London: 07/07/05)

The event of tragedy blossomed, That carnivorous wave of terror, Caromed through the capital, Down subways and thoroughfares, Horrified the gaping senses And surged through the echoing chasms, The divides of the unholy, And the gulfs of the unjust. In a bleak ricocheted wake, Left no blank resignation, Or mere shrugging of shoulders As if cold blooded and detached; Evolved a unified populace Grieving resolute and defiant, As they arched down in reverence In that two minute silence. Swelled the dream iconography Of human souls in mortal battle, And the blood-stirring prose Of the old past master speeches; Fell a faint dust of resonance Blown from reminisced prophecies, Foretelling times when the streets Run with rivers of blood. Therein the wake of tragedy stung In the mourning lungs of the living, Feeling thorny and vibrant, Tasting earthy and tart; Instead of cancer and wasteland The first blackberry roses bloomed, In the gardens of futures Landscaped by the past.