‘The Scream’, by Judith Bryers Holloway
(In reverent memory of Edvard Munch)
‘Who knew I’d end up shorter than my great-grand teen?
I’d need aids to see and hear?
I’d forget the names of people I’ve known for years
and the potent words I need to define my beliefs?
Who knew I’d mutter to myself like an old nark
as I search for keys or phone or my car in a carpark?
Who would have anticipated
would cause such trauma I’d want to flee –
back to the time when we were free
to sing and paint and write and dance
without wiseguys uploading a chance
to make money out of us
for the obscenely rich in their tax havens?
If I’d realised how short my life would be,
I might have printed millions of flags
emblazoned with the only religious slogan that makes sense:
RIGHT IS ALWAYS WRONG.
LEFT IS ALWAYS RIGHT.‘
Judith Bryers Holloway, 2.6.2021