Sort of an addendum - 11/10/2001 in Opendiary Archive

To the last piece. It’s a poem. I wrote it a long time ago, after doing a piece on WWI. I kind of felt bad because I hadn’t known what it was like. And the more I thought about it the more I realised how many times people come close to their own extermination. So I wrote this piece. It’s not my best but it has significance to me, because it’s one of the times I realised that not all my poems are about me. And not everything came back to me. I think I grew up a little then.

WHY?

Shout it from the rooftops
shout it in the lane
shout on the mountain tops
shout it on the plain.

shout it up into the stars
shout and grieve and cry “The war is over everyone,
there’s no reason now to hide”

But no one hears the screaming
the calls nobody heard
the bloated corpses at the feet,
are deaf unto the word.

so sit and weep amongst the dead,
start screaming at the sky,
wonder at the injustices
of why they had to die.