I rarely go by bus but when I do <br />For safety’s sake I choose a seat well back. <br />Today the bus was crowded like a zoo, <br />My seat companion wore a plastic mac, <br />He looked quite foreign, dark, and rather nervous. <br />To break the ice I said “It’s very warm”, <br />He rolled his eyes and said that God would save us, <br />Began to rant and wildly wave his arm. <br />I looked around but no-one seemed to notice, <br />And I am jammed against the window, blocked, <br />So can’t get past this madman now at prayer <br />Intoning loudly “God will not be mocked”. <br />To calm him down I asked “Why are you here? ” <br />“Suicide bomber”, he whispered in my ear. <br /> 10/8/03<br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-secret-whisper/
