THERE
I’m not there
And neither are you
But we have all danced at festivals
Walked down the streets
Cooked food in our homes
I’m not there
And neither are they now…
LOVED
Death is
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From the skies
L lies lifeless
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Str E et
Death is
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From the sky
Bodies mount up
1.500 here…
1.500 there…
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Lies in ruins…
No one utters her name
JUST SOME BODY
(a child refugee)
I heard the shots, I did
And my siblings being dragged screaming
Out the door
My father ran, carrying me like a football
Up into the hills and miles away
Terror in his eyes, “Which way now?”
Into the truck, freezing at night
Dumped on the shore
There was no need to ask
“Are they coming too?”
As I knew…
They were no more
The boat with a hundred frightened faces came ashore,
We were taken to the airport and told…
“Get back home!”
My father desperately pleaded, but to no avail
We landed in Kabul
He was tortured and murdered
And I followed suit
David Mellor has been published and performed widely from the BBC, The Tate, galleries and pubs and everything in between. Now, resident in Turkey he has continued his literary career with his work appearing in journals including a weekly column in Canakkale Gündem about his observations of Turkish life. His poems and writings are autobiographical, others topical and several his take on life.
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