The Ministry of Defence

This is the Ministry

Of Defence

Stairs and walls are

all that's left

Mortar holes let

through the air

Kids do the same thing

everywhere

They’ve sprayed graffiti

In arabic

And balanced sticks

In human shit

This is the ministry

of remains

Fizzy drinks cans

and magazines

Broken glass

A white jawbone

Syringes, razors

A plastic spoon

Human hair

A kitchen knief

And a ghost of a girl

Who runs and hides

Scratched in the wall in

Biro pen

This is how the

world will end

There’s the bus depot

To the right

Levelled like

A building site

Those are the children's

cries from the dark

These are the words

written under the arch

Scratched in the wall

in biro pen

This is how the

world will end.

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