James Fountain

Asking the Right Questions

'What was that?' he asked
just then, a slice through silence,
cruising through serenity,
a bomb in my world.

Why was it asked?
You may well enquire,
designed to track progress?
To answer our prayers?

Silence was broken
for a reason, fell down
like a curtain shrouding
truth, folding lives of men.

James Fountain © 2018