Who'll Pay the Piper?
By Silver Spun Sand
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Six a.m. July 6th,
nineteen-eighty-eight...
Threads her way through
a maze of stickle-bricks –
mountains of washing
waiting to be ironed.
Yawning, she makes
a cup of tea – switches on
the early morning TV.
Her heart misses a beat.
“Piper Alpha...one hundred
and sixty-four missing...”
That’s where her Brian is;
her ‘North Sea tiger’
as she’d always call him...
She can’t be hearing this.
It’s a mistake; it has to be...
a nightmare she’d soon
wake up from. And then
she sees them – the riggers,
the engineers...dozens of heads
seared by the heat, bobbing
in the water like apples
at Halloween...As flames
from the blazing oil-rig
lick the blades of a chopper,
as it circles one mile high.
Just then the doorbell rings.
She falls to her knees –
prays to a god who evades
the answer as to why
he’d let this happen; a god
who was lost for words
when a child, rubbing his eyes
at the top of the stairs wants
to know, “Who’s at the door,
and when’s Daddy coming home?”
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Ah Tina! Ii got into this
"I will make sense with a few reads \^^/ "
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Wow no wonder it was so real
"I will make sense with a few reads \^^/ "
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yeh, remember it well. I was
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Grim, but good. Not easy to
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Hi Tina, how are you? Was
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Aaw thats lovely Tina! :) xx
"I will make sense with a few reads \^^/ "
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'And then she sees them –
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This poem brought back
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You handle a still delicate
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you are most very welcome -
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