Dear P,

Outside the local library
after his blade and bullet
she was sat, as if on a beach
under a warm foreign sun.

Her blood trickled like melted icecream.

Out of this tolerance and love

O
(In memory of Jo Cox, M.P. assassinated
yesterday in her home town of Birstall, Leeds. Words based on those of an eye witness) https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jo_Cox

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(P to Q)

Dear Q,

On promises and hopes
a cross is put in the box.

Will practical assistance be given
to those with no voice,

unheard, dismissed, forgotten,
not newsworthy people

who wish to escape blade,
bullet, dust of their homes

still on their feet, in their blood,
a need for better views

from new windows, under
solid roofs and cleaner air?

Persistence in hope,

P.