We didn't choose where to die
We didn't think it would be better to walk down your street
Then someone would give a shit and cry.
We were born a long way from you
But flesh clings to our bodies like you
But you see burns on the screen, no screams
No wails of pain it’s not your kids
Not in your backyard missed
Didn't land on your bus stop or bread queue
We didn't choose to be under a plane that dropped
Just pick up your Tesco’s order and be gone
Like we split in two
© David R Mellor 2013
David was born in Liverpool in 1964. He left school with nothing, rummaged around various dead end jobs, then back to college and uni. In his 20s he first discovered poetry, starting writing and performing and has done so ever since. He has lived on the Wirral for the past 8 years. He is on Facebook.