Where in the head is the place
for remembered images that torture
the memory and dreams.
Of places you’ve been where people
attract flies to their open wounds,
where the leg-less sit
to beg and wait in the searing heat
for someone to put them in the shade
or do they drag themselves on their
Places where the rich and criminals have
no needs, but the poor have no way
to healthcare or foodbanks.
Where do these recollections go,
so that you can cope
with going to the supermarket or having a
meal in a restaurant with friends, choosing
from a menu?
But if we do not recall
we will not live simply,
so that others may
Published in The Lark