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Sunlight.

You stride dripping over seaweed-sodden sand
Born of your own silver semen on the brightmetal, whitemetal stillness of dawn’s solid sea,
Hushing the tidal lines on the wrinkled face of the sand
And laying down colour on the mown-green sewn-green, gangrene-tinted grass-gorging mountains.

Moonlight.

You decipher the cryptic valleys, their pretty fields, their stoic monuments,
Knowing broken bones, geometric angles of cold limbs and anguished sobs lost in disasters and mud-drowned schools,
As if the greed that mines the lives of children still, is as natural as night;
Dark and unforgiving and silent.

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    Drew Martyn almost 5 years ago

    It's around this time of year (21st October I think) that the Aberfan disaster occured. That's why, I guess, I woke up this morning with these two images half-formed in my head.
    I remember as a kid when I first learned about the disaster and its causes and consequences, I was angry that adults had let it happen, that partly their ignorance but mainly their greed hadn't given any thought to childrens safety.
    It appears we learn the lessons of the past only insofar as they don't impact too much on personal, corporate and state greed.

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    Horrorshow almost 5 years ago

    "It appears we learn the lessons of the past only insofar as they don't impact too much on personal, corporate and state greed." - Indeed. We excel at ignoring the terrible nature of our world until of course said terror encroaches on our own lives.

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