Poised To Bite Each Other’s Head Off Poem by Margaret Alice

Creating our own universe at Kingsley,
balloons next to every desk, invitations
to HR week, what that could be, nobody
knows - a group of builders creating a
hammering symphony, they’re tearing
this place apart

Mobile air-cons add more noise - sister
called, ordering me to endorse her view
that her life with my parents was won-
derful – while I saw three people locked
in mortal combat; I dislike it when I am
coerced into rejecting

The evidence of my senses simply be-
cause she refuses to face the truth that
they are living a cold war, every facial ex-
pression, her body language and voice in-
flexion reveal irritation and tension, but
she demands I accept her verdict

They are happily getting along – while
they seemed poised to bite each other’s
head off!