Run the other way
For a special kind of people
To the sound of screaming,
turns the eyes and the ears of the ordinary
agape in horror at the desperation of a jumper
who splashes through the glass
fixing tear-welling faces with tightened
lips that let pass a whimper “oh no, oh no, oh no.”
The rock crashes chase away trivial reality;
the lattes, the must-do meetings,
the synchronization of calendars
in a flash; thanks to religious brutality.
There, urgent amongst the
surging clouds are those in
black turned gray. Gold-hatted
knights who shout for your own good.
Scared like the brokers,
fathers like the chairmen,
rushing like the insurers
but they choose to run the other way.
IAN BARKER emigrated from sunny Milton Keynes to the US in 2009 and is now based in Omaha, Nebraska. Known in the UK both for his individual work he was also part of the "Bardcore" performance group and involved with Poetry Kapow! and Tongue In Chic Poets (for whom he still acts as web whiz kid). His website is www.omahapoet.com
