Lockdown poem: Golden Marks
October 5, 2020
L to R: Collage created with discarded objects, depicting the Hiroshima and Nagasaki atomic bombings. Detail of rose and shard of glass by Ananya Badithe. ‘Faces’ image by Rob van Ruiten at Pixabay
Ananya Badithe reflects upon the devastation and scars left from historical genocide
Can you hear the calls
Can you hear the souls
Can you feel the lives, float away?
Can they see the light
Are they safe from plight?
All we wish is to touch them, once again.
Just feel the prick, of the broken glass
Billions that rummaged through their guts and toes
Now we have a billion jars, all set out in ordered rows.
From the other side, the golden marks
Shine bright with the story of every corpse.
But can you hear the calls
Can they see the light?
All we wish is to feel them, once again.
Ananya is a former sixth form student from Woodhouse College. She studied Mathematics, English literature, Psychology and Physics. Ananya is passionate about writing, and fascinated by how much meaning just a few words can hold. You can read more from Ananya at her blog Tip Of The Pen.
