Your letter
Arrived yesterday
Pocketed in sunlight
In years past
You spoke of colours
And bright steel bullet trains
You rang with
Stories of progress
Steel words flew from your mouth
But not now.
Yesterday I read
Grey words picked carefully
Taken from
A corporate vault
Shown to pacify minds.
I used to
Think in bright colours
You effortlessly spun
I don’t know
Which one of us has
Changed more completely
Perhaps it’s
The world that has changed
Into grey-brown clear-cuts
Men who see
Nothing but steel lines
A stately procession
Towards death.
Arriving today
Wrapped up in sunlight.
