the poet

it was a given
that he would return
once it was over
and the funerals had been held

he stood alone,
quiet and unnoticed
watching people and chickens
scratching in the dirt

he recognised what he saw
burnt out homes
that once held families
charred machinery
bought on hire purchase

all that remained
was debt
no equity
victorious enemies
dreams no longer possible.

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