February 2016 (1)

2 February 2016 at 23:03 (Poems/Poetry) (, , , , )

At city B the streets are shut down
nearly every summer weekend
for ulster bands to go through

peeve non – protestant communities

At city B bullets tearing body
scattering bones across front lawns
become BBC news novelty not a custom

yet unidentified crime still takes place

At city B mates discuss:
funerals, football and politics
phew – phew finger pistols aim at any correctness

At city B you let a waitress forget the gravy
mother smack a child in a grocery store
because citizens are a verb in passive voice

recreated and reshaped
aspiring to become part of a proper capital (27th August 2015)


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