Survivors
he draped the casement with damask
intricate silk woven into reversible pattern
tapestry recovered from a treasure chest
that held yesterday’s unshakeable dreams
splintered frame where bullets stuck
a mosaic of gun’s savage intrusion
unhinged by belligerent forces
he polished a lone brass nail
then moved his stool into the opening
cradled his head with ragged fabric
cautiously looked forward and back
outside and into a window of hope
his wife returned from the fountain
unharmed with a jug full of water
washed the soot from his body
shed tears of joy and relief
‘they cannot ever conquer our faith
we’ll not give them our hatred’
‘we were both poor before this
but love heals wounds in peace’
25th May 2020
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