Reality ebbs away unseen
reason muted in a hazy screen
of insane dreams and mumbled screams
of better tomorrows and might have beens
Crippled with fear
and impending doom
rooted in time
in a fly infected room
A 40 watt bulb,
naked, no shade
a trestle table
ready made
Pitiless faces
four in all
no emotion
no recall
Sentence passed
With final glares
God be with you
Solemn stares
Reality now
is a potholed road
on the floor
of a transit van
Hooded and gagged
just part of a load
two miles
from Crossmaglen
Too late for all but sorrow
and the swirling mists of regret
on a highway littered with heartbreak
in the land that god forgot.
Wednesday 21 February 2007
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