Shades of grey on a blood red road,
The march of women,
The primeval hunger just a consequence,
the invisible women now annexed,
Like a life swap – like the truth about history.
The poems journey now off the rails the hard way.
Forensics – double-crossing ,
to the deep black of atonement.
Doors open like world war One,
dictators discover a frozen heart,
missing - believed crazy,
frozen in time.