Saturday, 9 February 2013

Dark Matter



As I looked from the bus window I saw the front of the old man’s newspaper. ‘Scientists looking for Dark Matter’.


I smiled: if they’d only asked me because, you see, I know.


I remember when I was about ten years of age walking up Orwell Road and there was a priest and a cop outside Mrs Salken’s house. As I passed, their voices were carried off in the warm summer air.


“Can we come in Missus? We’re here on a dark matter.”


Seems her boy Jake had fallen in front of the 7.28. 

When my grandmother’s brother, Bertie, was taken away – every time I asked why, they would look at the floor or the roof and just say ‘dark matters that don’t concern you’.


As far as I can see there is dark matter everywhere, you don’t have to look very far.


Just knock your neighbour’s door. 




bobby stevenson 2013

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