Worlds Apart

… it had just stopped raining,
and there came swans,
shockingly white,
like fleeing innocence,
flying low over the tops…
of the jet black Mourners.
And I pointed, and uttered
“Wow, fucking juxtaposition!”
… everyone turned
in my direction,
just like always…
whoops, innit.
She kicked my foot, quickly
“Focus, Pauly… seriously,
you need to stay ‘Grounded’
until this fucking thing’s done.”
“… but, She’s not even there…
in that poxy box
… She’s already…”
“I know, baby, I know…
but, this isn’t for Her, right,
it’s for them, let ‘em have it…”

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer, who’s currently up to his elbows in Magic, and long may it remain this way. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.