Hardcore

No-one says anything
I don’t say anything
The world smashes on
smashes on

If I’m all gone in the eyes
it doesn’t stop the children crowing
as they install cursors and wallpapers.
Harry Potter smiles from his important playworld.
A piebald rabbit mesmerically comes and goes.
A tabby kitten poises itself in a meadow.

America continues.
Australia continues.

Diagnosis, treatment, remission, relapse.

My inbox fills with email
black with anger
white with prayer

My hardcore heart detaches itself, makes this

(Published in Masthead 11)

What do you think?