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There is fuck all that makes me cry
these days

I have hardened
like earth beneath a relentless summer
baked
and cracked
and dry

But today
the silence of the singing sands
is a report
shattering ear drums
and stopping traffic

It has made the war mongers pause
guns cocked but not firing

It has made the music fade away
into a drone of static

The children have jumped off
the swings
and gathered up their
mothers hands
standing beside them without a word

The mobile phones have stopped ringing
cars rolling to rest in empty streets

The sound of broken glass
is quiet


The lapping of waves
gone

For the singing sands are silent

and I cannot

cannot

recall their song.