They Come In Threes

The most disturbing thing I’ve heard

was a man saying,

when describing a woman hit by a train;

“she popped, it was hectic.”

 

I churned like the harbour

from the pain

in my ankle,

knowing she didn’t want me,

and from the shock

of living in a world

such as this,

where that man exists.

 

“There was nothing left of her.”

These words in my head

from someone I now wished was dead.

I turned around

and saw the brightest of smiles

from a baby,

in the bed of his father’s arm.

If time didn’t then stand still,

it never will.