Tuesday, July 5, 2016

To My Wife - A response to Angela Greene

 Written during my first night in Belfast 15 years ago - July 01

To My Wife

No apologies
Ruled by my convictions
The phone calls must
Frighten you
To stay alive
I must lie to you
Taste of death must be
Upon my lips
When I return to you
Nothing to be sorry for
I will not ask
You pretend
To know nothing so well
Hate me?
Your lover
Your fighter
Dream an end to this?
Victory for you
Surrender for me
No lies
Ask me
Bury me 
In my blue shirt
Boots and blue jeans
Tri-colour shroud
If I disappear 
Don't look behind you
They know you, too

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