In the sun

In the sun today
you would think there was no wrong,
that peace inheres,
as people jog, or eat
their sandwiches, or take
pleasure in the heat - you'd think

there is no distress
or fear
out there, no screams in
places no-one can hear
no animal pain
as the bolt goes
in and all the 
sweet green fades ..

but beyond 
the neat green borders and the
tidy hedge of yew
and the flowers planted
and watered
by gardeners
as the buildings -
busy with their 
fans - breathe -

out on the edge
of the trees
by the road
there is a pit that
nobody sees, a place
where nobody goes.

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