Moonrise

Nell drives and we don’t speak.

 

Every limb is numb

or aching.

 

My mind is racing

Moonrise

Time travel me back.

Let me say goodbye again.

A minute more,

           a moment,

a chance to see Ed’s face

Moonrise

Time travel me back.

Let me say goodbye again.

A minute more,

           a moment,

a chance to see Ed’s face

Moonrise

Kids in camouflage sprint and stumble through smoke,

their faces smeared with blood and dirt.

It’s a burnt-out city with kids tearing into enemy lines,

no weapons,

Moonrise

Kids in camouflage sprint and stumble through smoke,

their faces smeared with blood and dirt.

It’s a burnt-out city with kids tearing into enemy lines,

no weapons,

Moonrise

Another press conference was held in Houston

last night,

              aired on breakfast news.

Moonrise

Ed’s knuckles are bruised a plummy purple.
He rubs them and laughs.
‘You think this is something?
In here? Joe, this is nothing.’

Moonrise

After the first call came through from Ed,

Angela tried to explain

what he had been accused of

and what might happen next.

But I never really got my head around it.

Moonrise

We used to play on the sidewalk,

brandishing long sticks as lightsabers,

caning one another and

really feeling the force of it.

 

Moonrise

The green phone

on the wall in the hall

hardly ever rang.

Anyone who wanted to speak to Mom called her cell.

Same with Angela.

 

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