glorious colours

rising sun, yellow on blue

defiant birdsong

what use are tears now

watching from the wings how tight

the screws, but still. Shame.

a man hugs his cat

his life crushed in the rubble

our useless tears fall

scrolling through channels

outside people drive to work

following routine

over the Earth’s rim

sun reveals the damage wrought

a newborn screaming

faces etched on clouds

huddles of waiting people

watching helplessly

clinging to his perch

the tallest, thinnest of twigs

the crow’s raucous cry

at Berlin station

come home with us we have space

placards fluttering