Susan Hawthorne #126 outside my window

outside my window the city

once home now a place of fear

myth leaps the wall breaks down the door

the myth that we are safe in our beds

that our worst fears will not come to fruition

I cry and howl under the sheets

grief for all I was throttles me

I forget who I was who I might have been

the streets are filled with despair

like a great festival of wretchedness

and desolation    in the garden

rocks sing mournfully their daily dirges

I used to think the world a joyful place

but civilisation has destroyed all joy

I howl and wail for the future