Bikini atoll

Underneath the cardboard sheets
crashed down on the concrete streets,
the heart still beats
the mind engages
the mouth rages
at the injustice done
for some who do not see
that could have been you
it used to be me.
Summer arrives.
warmer now
no need for the duvet
of paper mache,
but the streets are still concrete
and living is hard.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.