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IF<\/strong><\/p>\n Grenfell Tower a Year On<\/em><\/p>\n If trying to keep your head, you raced <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Myra Schneider<\/strong>\u2019s most recent poetry collections are The Door to<\/i> Colour<\/i> (Enitharmon) and the pamphlet Persephone in Finsbury Park<\/i>, (SLN). Other publications include books about personal writing. She is consultant to the Second Light Network for women poets and tutors for The Poetry School. A new collection is due this October.<\/p>\n Myra also contributed to the poems for Grenfell Tower <\/em>anthology (Onslaught Press), available here<\/a>, which includes poems from Georges Szirtes,\u00a0Medbh McGuckian and Red Watch fire fighter Ricky Nuttall. All profits go to The Grenfell Foundation being set up by Grenfell United<\/a>.<\/p>\n Grenfell United are calling for the UK to observe 72 seconds of silence at midday to remember each life that was lost in and after the Grenfell Tower fire. On the evening of the 14th June, the group will be taking part in the Silent March and then will gather to observe “Iftar” and the breaking of bread at sunset. They hope many\u00a0 fellow marchers will join them. For more details go here<\/a> follow @grenfellspeaks <\/a>on Twitter or Grenfell Speaks<\/a> on Facebook.<\/p>\n
\ntowards the pillar of flame and smoke choking
\nthe building, not knowing if your children, partner,
\nmother, brother, friend were trapped inside it;
\nif you lost one or many whom you loved;
\nif hoping to find a keepsake you made a visit
\nto your flat after the furnace was quelled, found
\na smashed sink but nothing to take away
\namong the heaps of rubble, the twists of metal;
\nif numb, you received and offered sympathy for days
\nand soothing voices promised a new home
\nwithin weeks;
\n if living in the shadow of the Tower
\nyou heard the reports of the corners cunning knaves
\nhad cut in \u2018ascertaining\u2019 it was safe and a year on
\nyou still had no place to call your own,
\nwhat trust would you have in promises, in words \u2013
\nlashings of fine words which butter nothing?<\/span><\/p>\n