Student Life August 2019

ART
Round
CO-EDITOR
KAY SABERTON
and round the headwind blows,
Blunting on the daily grind,
smiling faces, laughter, childish play, passersby,
Memories of another life,
While the mind weeps and starts to form the next lie.
A silent veil draped loosely across his face,
dried tears once fallen rest lightly upon his cheek,
bored of questions and answers, his mind wanders,
to roaring fields and sun-shone shores,
as sunlight and darkness again start to ponder.
HEADWIND
POEM BY LUCA BERNSTEIN
Home again, to missing socks and goldilocks,
mind safe, except, it never rests,
The blast of radio waves followed by a tone,
He checks the screen as tears well in his eyes,
Nowhere to hide from the torrent of knowing you are alone.
No more,
Nobody there to catch his fall,
He remembers a documentary a lifetime ago,
About how wolves hunt out the weakest member
of the group,
before isolating it, and then, inevitably leading to its demise.
Tears mingle with raindrops, descending from a higher place,
How he hopes that he will join them.
The bridge looms large, ominous, ready to devour,
a flash of doubt, a pang of regret for lives already lived,
A delicate flower crushed under the weight of life.
In his personal bubble, sound fades to a murmur,
As knives press in from all sides,
He leaps and leaps well,
at peace for the first time in recent memory,
the headwind stops blowing.
The police searched for two days,
his parents could never forgive themselves for the life
they’d let slip through their fingers,
his friends powerless to stand on the sidelines and watch,
In the bottom of some murky river, his body decays,
as God mourns the loss of another lost soul.
20 • AUGUST 2019 • STUDENT LIFE