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I live in the silly belief

that nothing more can happen

than has not happened before.

 

In Inchicore, down South Dublin,

I witnessed a murder as a child

when a man got stabbed in an alley

 

and the killer ran past me, wild-eyed,

thinking to kill me as well, perhaps.

 

In that instant you could see his thoughts,

a witness, a child, what shall I do?

But he ran past me, he ran far away.

 

The police came, and also my father

and they said, you must tell us,

what did this man look like?

 

He was fair (he was dark); he was tall (he was short).

In that moment I joined the IRA.

Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim

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Hi Brendan, This short poem says so much. I was horrified, intrigued, empathetic and surprised all in an instant. I like reading your poems in lines, the flow is so much easier to follow. Loved this.

 

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