Grenfell by Barbara Donne

I am not a silent poet

Tell me how to impose
a structure

What nouns
rhythm, rhyme

I have no template
I start
and the line

Imagine shadows
trapped in windows
who were not cut out for this
every step of stair beneath them

No-one expects to decline
‘We will burn…
have burnt…
are burning’

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