what can one say

What can I say to you

when the world blows up in your face
explodes into a million brillinatly biting bits
of chaos

I feel nothing
absolutely nothing at all
zombie like in front of the television screen
a thousand miles away
as the cub reporter chatters excitedly into the camera
with a carriage lying there
bowels ripped open in the background

what can I say to you
when my blood has frozen like nitrogen in my veins
sick with fear for those i know who take the daily suburban train
terrified of recognising a familiar form
a cuff, a ring, a kerchief
as the camera pans briefly and impassionately
over the casualties

causalties of hate
casualties of unreason
such senselessness,
such stupidity

what can i say
as you scavenge among the twisted mnetal
the blood drenched shards
in the hope
that who you're searching for, may not be found
just yet
not here

Bombay ....
what can i say to you
words are not enough
sorry ... so sorry.... so sorry....

so sorry