The green bus arrives for us
at the end of that two-year siege
which left us compressed
like metal into cubes.
For hours, for days,
as the bus snakes toward
the Rashideen checkpoint.
There, our children, restless for air,
clamber down on to parched earth,
play tag, kick a punched football,
hum lullabies we taught them at bedtime.
A cluster run towards the truck,
ice cream and sweets offered as treats,
beside it a solitary car explodes.
Humpty Dumpty shatters.
Eggshell flesh, runny yolk.
The ooze of childhood has us floored.
Maggie Mackay has completed her Masters at Manchester Metropolitan University. Her work can be found in a variety of print and online publications including The Everyday Poet, Ink, Sweat and Tears, The Interpreter’s House, Prole, as well as Beautiful Dragons and Three Drops Press anthologies and Indigo Dreams Publishing magazines. Her work will appear in
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