Steven Taylor
: The Cacophony
I neither know about them
Nor care about them.
It is most unlikely
That we will ever meet.
And even if we did
Neither of us would know.
It would just happen
And then have happened.
But the sigh of my father
Alive. And within a minute.
Less than a minute. Not.
....
The noise of my father dying
Was wilfully obliterated
By the sound of them
Being born. I heard it.
And not just one.
Thousands of them.
Millions of them.
....
Afterwards.
Some were taken away
In ambulances with sirens.
Sirens gone completely mad
Like foreign words screamed.
Screamed right at you. Egyptian,
Arabic. Right into you. All the time
Until the lid was nailed shut.
It was completely deafening.
O Dad.
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