'BANG' - Maya Neupane (Year 13)
the end won’t be seen with a BANG.
you won’t catch it coming round the corner
it’ll creep up -
a caught-in-the-throat comment
never chosen to be thrown
hard and heavy it’ll sit in your palm
a fist full of crushed words dismembered by paper shredder laced fingers
held together too tightly to remember the true purpose of freedom of speech.
the latter now reduced in price
just an unfunny punchline spiked with spite
lain heavy on the tongue to aid talk
that fits falsely from the second to top button to the tenth to top buttonhole.
heavy to the heart.
light to the mind.
conscious to the fact and never to the feeling.
the end won’t sound like a BANG either.
science always told me light travels faster than sound
but this bang spits upon physics
shits upon history as we know it
school subjects trampled underfoot with false teachings.
not all revolutions start with an atomic bomb.
some start silent.
some start quiet.
faint whispers of it are first heard
darting down hallways
slipping through streets
hiding in unstable homes made in
heartbeats too hushed to be read with the fear they hold.
it’ll be all they choose to say.
it’ll be all they choose to stay silent upon.
this BANG brings change.
brings new false idols that never earnt their placing
placed upon broken stolen pedestals
plaques created for people who pulled success from the almost empty pockets of others.
this’ll be the beginning of what we will find ourselves calling the BANG.
but it’s not
BANG implies spontaneity
BANG implies violence
BANG is four sharp letters
four single shots to the system
four hits from a single hitman
but here we are
living with a BANG/ BANG/ BANG/ BANG that
beats hard and heavy
dense and dark
having grown stronger and smarter -
having learnt the art of jump rope played with heartbeats
coiling rope around weak ankles
when they are alone on their standings.
no recognisable footprints does this BANG leave behind.
no longer does it stomp/ no longer does it howl.
since it learnt how to crawl
since it was taught to always carry a box of disguises upon its crooked back
and leave nothing but smokescreens and straw men in its wake.
brought us to our knees once before -
we won’t allow it to bring us down again.