After Filomena: Madrid, Spain January 2021- Photo by author

It came without warning,
that’s what they’ll say,
wish I’d a known,
never saw it coming,
never knew it’d be like this.

Oh, I’d laugh, if it wasn’t a crying thing,
Here at the scene,
walls tore down and roof ripped away,
every last belonging scattered,
dreams in tattered heaps,
waiting to be hauled away.
Laughter now, hollow as a sea…