A Roof with a View

A Roof with a View

I’m standing on the brink.
Smooth glass cliff beneath me.
The people below look so fragile and
So devilishly innocent.
A plane passes overhead, a moments peace
Amongst all this madness.
Beautiful green fields hold hope, promise,
Headstones and coffins.
Workers marching like ants,
Longing for

One last step.