I'm laying on the sand of swimming beach
on my back, reading Cider with Rosie,
and my eyes notice, high above the green
crowns of trees, deep in the hollow blue,
a vapor trail of an aeroplane, and my mind
suddenly thinks of fighter planes on
the skies of Gaza, raining death down
on people tormented for ten months,
people tormented for seventy-six years,
as I lay there in my swimming shorts,
the sunlight warm on my skin, reading
about days of nostalgic poverty in
gone rural England, while innocent
people are being butchered.
09.08.2024
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