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