She hurries from work <br />into the hustle & bustle of Tesco <br />to find...everyone <br />inescapably still <br /> <br />people frozen in motion <br />by the frozen peas <br />nobody moves a muscle <br />nobody checks out at the check out <br /> <br />sweat trickles <br />and tickles your spine <br />your soul catches its breath <br />you feel as if you are in <br />a zombie movie <br /> <br />and it's real <br />all too real <br />you blink your eyes <br />& when you open them again <br />the Tesco's tannoy <br />thanks its customers <br /> <br />for observing <br />the minute silence <br />for those who gave their lives <br />in the war. <br />Paper poppies <br />bloom at the check out.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-woman-who-walked-into-dreams/
