Visiting Grenfell

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It all looks so different today,

that  smoking charcoal block,

now pale, swathed in creamy

covers rippling in the breeze.

At the top, the banner of green:

Grenfell Forever in Our Hearts.

The words descend in silence,

stirring memories of that night.

 

The flames filled our screens,

as they raced up to the roof,

out of reach of the ladders

and the hoses, roaring across

that carriageway of cladding.

Past all the families trapped –

parents pleading to be saved.

Crying their loving goodbyes.

 

That iconic tower of tragedy

stands cool and cordoned off.

The boards below list the lost,

messages of raw grief mingle

with fierce demands for justice.

Piles of wilting flowers form

a tribute to the seventy-two,

Symbols of all that’s wrong.

 

And will the inquiry put it right,

be brave and lay the blame,

unveil the dark, stark truth?

Or turn into another tangle of

dashed hopes and loop holes.

Its Conclusions qualified, clad

in caveats and comfy clichés.

Another creamy cover-up.

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4 Comments

  1. Beautifully written. Very moving.

  2. Says everything.. Well said! Sad sad sad!

  3. Beautifully written Al, well said

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