This poem was written in the mid-1970s as a reflection on the so-called "troubles" of the time
Shot down
oh my God
why him
why anybody
criticise
tears
rosary
grave
and I will bring him flowers tomorrow
today stops
tomorrow begins
Ireland is awake
sits on the bed
stretches
scratches
yawns
looks in the mirror
counts the blemishes
walks to the bathroom
washes
dresses
and prepares to make the best of another day
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