sorry indeed
I was awakened
by police horses'
hooves chafing
the cobbles
striking sparks
of noise
in protest
to their enclosure
but
this was London
not the level meadows
of Carlow
where I spent my youth
beneath a wide swept sky
helicopters
hanging in the air
watching
listening
like the electric fan
in Apocalypse Now
not the dragonflies
that flirted
along the banks
of the goodly Barrow
in my childhood
but like Belfast
when fire engulfed
that blessed city
from end
to end
I lie here
on the bed
taunted
by phantasms
as the Pope
drives by
in his bullet proof limo
protecting him
from the non-faithful
as Lenin
was whisked
to Petrograd
why am I having
these dark thoughts
on a bright sunny day
blessed by September cool
maybe it was
because
the Pope said
sorry
but
sometimes
sorry
just ain't enough
blistered blighted
lives destroyed
through the roots
of our faith
never again to flower
in autumn sunshine
from generation
to generation
innocence
trust
lost
sorry
indeed
Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2010-09-19 at 21:35
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