She is standing waiting for a bus
head down, fiddling fingers on the screen.
I drive past her into a horizon of
metallic streaks and dulled sun,
clouds which do not contain rain.
The void between that vision and our collective silence
is a gaping loneliness that moans in my soul.
How do you awaken those whose denial
is a thick blanket shrouding them like death
from the evil of a few they do not wish to face?