‘Day of rest’ by Jackie Wills

Day of rest The order comes: “Down tools.” You stop driving buses, lock the tills. Guides leave the Taj Mahal, Pyramids.  Ski lifts hang over glaciers. In markets, all you hear is flies – there’s no-one underground, no planes, no money moves.  TVs show blue lagoons to a soundtrack of wind.  Food’s eaten raw. Your tongue remembers the taste of blood, your hand how an … Continue reading ‘Day of rest’ by Jackie Wills