you’ve been caught in the cross-fire.

Guilty by association

until proven innocent,

you are made an example of,

put on display as one of the

Despised Ones

whose value, so miniscule,

can be bent and torn and frozen

with impunity by those of another caste.


you forget that you are one of the

Chosen Ones,

whose value, so triumphant,

is impervious to any person, circumstance, war machine.

I am also of the fallen –

let me help you to


Follow the Yellow Brick Road

Follow the yellow brick road, he said,

I’ll show you a place that can wake the dead,

Restore all the fallen to freshness of spring,

Destroy what is evil, and make your soul sing.


She is not unique;

no, she lies in a vast burial ground,

one soul among the masses.

Hers is the road of the Discarded,

the Abandoned,

the Utterly Forsaken.

When honour abdicates

and love is renounced,

something has to give;

so here she lies,

expelled for the sake of the fresh-faced and lithe-limbed,

scrapped like  defunct government programming,

tossed overboard in a game of chess

where she is Queen no more.

Who will pick up the pieces

in a world where

love lies littered,


where souls lie