Manchester

You hear Manchester in the news
That some crazed terrorist has taken throngs of lives
With a detonation device. In this bloody carnage
There are two kinds of bombs.
– The TNT kind that blows apart the ambient flesh
And the heartfelt kind that blows even from a distance –

And have you seen a heart detonate like a grenade
Bursting a reservoir of stored ammunition?
To fiery fireworks, that in time,
Become their own waterworks.

A stream on its own right, with no course
Or estuary, just a presence that floods through
What is left of that heart of yours.

The love bomb, isn’t that terror too?

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