Online Read Free Novel
  • Home
  • Romance & Love
  • Fantasy
  • Science Fiction
  • Mystery & Detective
  • Thrillers & Crime
  • Actions & Adventure
  • History & Fiction
  • Horror
  • Western
  • Humor

    A Fire in My Head

    Page 7
    Prev Next


      There were two Italians, lovely and young,

      Who in the inferno were on their mobile phone to friends

      When the smoke of profits suffocated their voices.

      There was the baby thrown from many storeys high

      By a mother who knew otherwise he would die.

      There were those who jumped from windows,

      Those who died because they were told to stay

      In their burning rooms. There was the little girl on fire

      Seen leaping from the twentieth floor. Need I say more.

      Those who are living are now dead

      Those who were breathing are from the living earth fled.

      If you want to see how the poor die, come see Grenfell Tower.

      See the tower, and let a world-altering deed flower.

      Always there’s that discrepancy

      Between what happens and what we are told.

      Official figures were stuck at thirty.

      But truth in the world is rarer than gold.

      Bodies brought out in the dark

      Bodies still in the dark.

      Dark the smoke, dark the head.

      Those who were living are now dead.

      And while the tower flamed they were tripping

      Over bodies at the stairs

      Because it was pitch black.

      Those that survived

      Slept like refugees on the floor

      Of a sports centre.

      And like creatures scared of the dark,

      A figure from on high flits by,

      Speaking to the police and firefighters,

      But then avoiding the victims,

      Whose hearts must be brimming with dread.

      Those who were breathing are from the living earth fled.

      But if you go to Grenfell Tower, that’s if you can pull

      Yourselves from your tennis games and perfect dinners,

      If you go there while the black skeleton of that living tower

      Still stands unreal in the air, a warning for other towers to fear,

      You will breathe the air thick with grief

      Women spontaneously weeping

      Children wandering around stunned

      Men secretly wiping a tear from the eye

      And people unbelieving staring at this sinister form in the sky

      You’ll see the trees, their leaves clean and green

      And you’ll inhale the incense meant

      To cleanse the air of its unhappiness

      You’ll see banks of flowers

      And white papered walls sobbing with condolences

      And candles burning for the blessing of the dead

      You will see the true meaning of community

      Food shared, stories told and volunteers everywhere;

      You’ll breathe the air of incinerators

      All mixed with the essence of life’s flower.

      If you want to see how the poor die, see Grenfell Tower.

      Make sense of these figures if you will

      For the spirit lives where truth can’t kill.

      Ten million spent on the falsely clad

      In a fire where hundreds lost all they had.

      Five million offered in relief

      Should make a nation alter its belief.

      An image gives life and an image kills.

      But the heart reveals itself beyond political skills.

      In this age of austerity

      The poor die for others’ prosperity.

      Nurseries and libraries fade from the land.

      A strange time is shaping on the strand.

      Swords of fate hang over the deafness of power.

      See the tower, and let a new world-changing thought flower.

      WALK IN A MOONLIGHT WONDER

      walk in a moon

      light wonder; white

      houses on cliffs

      of a magic sea.

      the sky drowning

      in blue; the white

      stones turn

      red and yellow

      and brown

      in the solitary stretch

      of the breathing land.

      woman walking

      in black across

      the henna-coloured

      earth. a green dog

      on a black leash sent

      from a wandering

      mind. one of the dog’s

      legs is blue in

      drenching moonlight.

      she is draped all

      in black. splendour

      of black in the brilliance

      of the dreaming walk

      in a moonlight wonder.

      About the Author

      BEN OKRI was born in Minna, Nigeria. His childhood was divided between Nigeria, where he saw first hand the consequences of war, and London. He has won many prizes over the years for his fiction, and is also an acclaimed essayist, playwright, and poet. In 2019 Astonishing the Gods was named as one of the BBC’s

      ‘100 Novels That Shaped Our World’.

      An Invitation from the Publisher

      Apollo is an imprint of Head of Zeus.

      We hope you enjoyed this book. We are an independent publisher dedicated to discovering brilliant books, new authors and great storytelling. Please join us at www.headofzeus.com and become part of our community of book-lovers.

      We will keep you up to date with our latest books, author blogs, special previews, tempting offers, chances to win signed editions and much more.

      Get in touch: hello@headofzeus.com

      www.headofzeus.com

      @headofzeus

      @HoZ_Books

      Head of Zeus Books

     

     

     



    Prev Next
Online Read Free Novel Copyright 2016 - 2026