7/7

Sorry if anyone hoped the poem earlier was about 7/7.
When it comes to terrorist attacks like that, words fail me.
I can't talk about it, let alone write poetry about it.

I remember where I was.
I was at work.
Gardening.
At first I couldn't really take it in.
I checked that everyone I knew in London was OK.
I remember asking someone in London if the reason for the bombings were that Britain had just been confirmed to host the Olympics in 2012.
I asked if they were scared to use the tube.
But they replied that Londoners would not be made to live in fear,
and life would go on as normal.
Although maybe normal was not the right word.

7/7 Anniversary. Lives taken by evil, undeserved. Never forgotten.