First day of spring,
an eclipse of the sun.
Annealed grief rains
in the form of ash
drifts over the River Foyle.
David Best's temple burns
the troubled past.
I remember Sunday,
Bloody Sunday.
My grandmother sobbing
as she cradled the radio.
3/21/15
Annealed grief in the form of ashes
drifts over the River Foyle.
I remember Sunday, Bloody Sunday.
My grandmother crying as she cradled the radio.
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