5 August 2026
Heavenly rain sent from
Heaven refreshing the town
still asleep at 7,00 a.m.
Hot nights follow hot days
only a white cotton sheet
shrouds my body.
Waiting not for the sun
but for silence.
the sun blessing the earth
brings tourists like flies
buzzing with excitement
to the beaches where naked
they bake with pleasure.
at night, the din of music
blasting from windows
opening onto narrow streets.
An eternal thump, a deadly beat
so that they cannot hear their
thoughts or themselves.
Silence would destroy them
so they drown it and
drownout the Truth.
Finally 3.00 a.m. now only
the hum of heating pumps
saving the planet but
destroying peace.
in this town there is no silence
no peace no truth.
White-washed rooms with mod cons
conseal the slums they inhabit.
upstairs the neighbours tread,
downstairs the old lady spies
Slums for sale in historic part of town.
All mod cons.
Where is the silence from which
Truth and Beauty spring
where is the fountain of love in
the urban chaos.
the town gardens planted to disguise
a reality no one can bear
trees planted to hide the hideous lives
the inhabitants of the town live.
Cut off , separated from the land
so long ago, bringing urban turmoil
to all hearts.
O come, come silence. Come of peaceful night.
Give me back my land, give me back my sight.
L. Ivison 2026 copyright
