Flanders meets the High Street
by Jan Jones
Standing in Waitrose at eleven o’clock
All life suddenly suspended
A woman reaching for cereal
An old man gripping his wire basket
Me with my trolley as
Thousands of cheerful, too fast soldiers
March before my eyes in jerky shades of grey
Joining up together
A village wiped out. A community blasted.
The cashiers sit down
Two minutes of life, gone in the blink of an eye.