“I saw a silver thing flash out of the clouds.
Smoke came from it. It hit the sea.”
Twenty-five adults and ten children en route
To London from Singapore, flying BOAC.
A destroyer and a creator working both angles,
Life and death sewn up like gangsters’
territories,
I was born to the sound of a slap and my own
yell,
I was born into a ledger of debits, credits and
balances,
Into an endless anthology of stories.
It has been said that there are two great days
in a person’s life,
The day we are born and the day we discover
why.
I am one of a magnificent seven, four before me
and two to come,
Welcomed into a unique life by a bum-smack and
a feeble cry……..
As twenty-five adults and ten children die.
I saw a bright light when only my head was
visible.
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