Poetry

Is it possible to experience another version of feud in our modern churches? We invite you to listen and judge for yourself as David Gill churns out his lines on the poem feud.

After the parent6s have gone to burn the houses of the

Parents below

And those below in turn have burnt the houses of those

Above

Who started the burnings?

The children of the mountains, who were hidden but saw,

Are shelled by the dawn from their pod of darkness

And creep dry eyed to the ring of homely embers

And stare at what half- charred remains there are:

A blackened stool, a cooking pot, some tins,

And then the unhabitual silence swells all intervals,

No cocks are crowing, goats all gone.

With desolate eyes they stare across the valley

As the long sealed trains of cloud slide past

Deporting their fathers and mothers……….

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