Medium

MEDIUM 

Think of the million who didn't make it. 

But were the reason you did make it. 

What floods they were burnt in. 

What woods they were drowned in. 

What band of savage gentlemen 

stampeded their villages over a cliff. 

What boneground & bloodgrowth  

the Earth is. Dust & ash of long-gone 

fallen, recently fallen, all now mid-fall.  

What perpetuates is vanishing. 

Shades at the edge of the frame.  

Flames that flare through the grate  

bearing disappeared faces. Grave,  

bitter, winter voices hailing through screens  

all through your childhood  

during televised matches.  

Now figure why they were hailing you.  

How they knew your name. 

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Medium is the title poem of my collection Medium