'It was a memory imprinted on our souls in childhood. Returning to it now is sadly close to coming home.' Photo: Guernica
Homecoming
Poem by Roger Iredale
by Roger Iredale
24th May 2024
Eyeless in the midst of chaos
are the giants of concrete: windows
shattered, knees bent beyond repair.
Testaments to bombs and shells.
An authentic, new reality.
