Suspended in the
Silent, stubborn wind.
Rubber was split bent double
Across the pitch
Like an un-answered prayer.
Ghostly, dismantled
Across a sky of open wounds
Substituting noise for silence
Over lepping lane
With fear watching over
The scoreboards.
Memories dismantled across stands
And dissolved into a absence
Half rubbed out
With justice rattling
In the silence.
Justice.
(A short tribute to the terrible events which happened at Hillsborough)
