I wrote about him once when drunk & grieving
I feel like I was born drunk & grieving
Though I never drank till I was 18
I have no idea, I wasn't there
The Irish were brutalised since time Immemorial
& fought back with hatred
Sands did something sacred & taboo
He refused to eat
& possibly turned things
I have no idea
I've been lucky
No man knows
Another man's plight
I never really understood my father's suffering
It seems surreal now
It's not on trend
But that is a scar
That will never end
Inside me
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023.
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