A for Alpha
What started as a lullaby.
Sweet, crisp and even.
Melodic in it’s rhythm and with purity and reason.
Is now losing words,
Big gaps which once made sense.
A nothingness, no afterthought,
A contract of comuppence.
The park looked good at first.
But now it’s just a K.
It’s like the Alpha letter chased the other ones away.
With all the jumbled lazy faces in place of missing crazy aces.
I wonder will it keep it’s place when it can barely tie it’s laces.
Like a family photograph in unfamiliar places.
Echo’s of the mind where a five your old’s been tracing.
A gallary of petty flaws where once the soldiers stood.
Once loyal to the business cause once paid their time in blood.
What started as a lullaby sweet and crisp and even.
Has ended in a tragedy, even I can’t believe in.
©G.P Williamson 2017