Crimea
Cathy Galvin

Standing perfect apart, we look the same.
Spring tanks chain Crimea. The canons gone.
A shell's wave claims the atoms of our air.
Sleep-walking to the familiar battlefield.

Spring tanks chain Crimea. The canons gone.
Too late for sanctions in this Lovingrad.
Sleep-walking to the familiar battlefield.
Repenting the impossibility of forgetting.

Too late for sanctions in this Lovingrad.
Survey the cost: who pays, who profits.
Repenting the impossibility of forgetting.
Blackbird thrills a line of liquid revenance.

Survey the cost: who pays, who profits.
Just when you think it's on, baby, it's turned off and gone.
Blackbird thrills a line of liquid reverence.
Yellow glances our mirrored dawn.

Just when you think it's on, baby, it's turned off and gone.
A shell's wave claims the atoms of our air.
Yellow glances our mirrored dawn.
Standing apart                                                 we look the same.

Cathy Galvin has roots in Coventry, West Yorkshire and Connemara. She now lives in London. A journalist, she is associate editor of Newsweek and her work has appeared in many national and international journals. She co-founded the Sunday Times-EFG Short Story Award and is an associate editor of the Warwick Review. She edited Red, the Waterstone's anthology of new writing and is director and founder of the UK's leading promoter of short fiction writing, Word Factory. Her first collection of poetry, Black and Blue, is forthcoming from Melos Press.

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