Kevin Michael Bloor

Our Cruel Colluding

Apart, we drifted like two silent clouds

Unnoticed as grey ghosts in see-through shrouds

No storm, no thunder and no lightning flashes

Just dust to dying dust and ash to ashes


Alone, we travelled, each a lonely planet

Two hearts: a mother’s, son’s: both made of granite

With words we’d wounded, made each other weep

Our sorrow, now, we both had buried deep


Alive, we tarried till the twilight hardened

Like pilgrims pleading that our prayers had pardoned

The time we’d wasted on our bitter feuding:

That crime, committed with our cruel colluding!