MEN WHO WEEP
Image by Dariusz Sankowski
Captains of industry, senators, honourable gentlemen, Allow me to redefine terror, for you. Our troops out in the Middle East, on heat baked streets, fodder for friendly fire and suicide attacks. Should fear you more than the Syrian draped over the crumpled corpse of child or brother. Beating fists on cracked earth, crying and praying. Blood blotting through the faded cotton of his tunic. While you sleep in cool linen through clammy western nights. Expensive suits that do not crease contain you. Black gold oozes through your veins. So civilly regretful Anonymous, inscrutable. You terrify me.
Kathryn Metcalfe has been published previously in anthologies and magazines. She is a member of the ‘Mill Girl Poets’ who wrote and performed a show featuring poetry, spoken word and song about the lives and history of the Paisley thread mill workers which has been performed at the Glasgow West End Festival and recently at the Edinburgh Fringe. She also founded and runs a Poetry& Spoken Word Open Mic which has been running over 2 years.
