Exodus

like lemmings, they tumble forward

crazedly in blind panic,

desperation fuelling knotted-string muscles

this is an evacuation, there is no decorum here

men and young boys leave first,

babies unaware, are passed hand-to-hand

as at a family celebration

where everyone wants a hold,

and for what?

father forgive them

they know not what they do.

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© Graham Sherwood 08/21