Punch, counter-punch
Stab, thrust, bomb
All the mothers know
Lottery of life and death
Holds them at knife-point
Is this the final dice roll
Or just another false dawn
A fake news day
Edging then along until they hear
The boy’s key in the lock
Or the postie’s fateful knock

~

n.b. And so it goes on, more vicious by the day, more so by night.

CLP 02/06/2025