A poem about group fear and what it brings.
Fear came into the town an hour before the dawn
He padded round and from his bag
He drew the paint, he drew the bloodshot rag
He painted signs and spoke to sleep
And raised the ancient flag.
The people of the town awoke
Before their windows hammered boards
They checked their locks and fixed the masks
They’d kept under their summer wear
And all streamed out in heavy coats
To the old market square
They broke the tables of the foe
Who brought the infection of strange love
They cracked the trestles, hanged the one
And drove the rest to a cherished cave
And we were calm again
But in the wood a mad girl
Began to rave of snow and sun.
Copyright Simon Banks 2012