The Day... The Soldiers Came Poem by Dónall Dempsey

The Day... The Soldiers Came



THE DAY THE SOLDIERS CAME


Disguised as a corpse

amongst corpses



I prayed to every

(although I did not believe


in any of them)

God



to let my live

be mine to live



the dead have faces

that are mother…brother



some have lost

the faces that they owned



homes

of people I have known



blaze

the soldier's laughter



high

on the killing



my eyelashes

trembling



seeing nothing seeing everything

my mother's face calmly burning



pee trickling

down my shattered left leg



the soldiers almost bored

a cackling radio commands them



to move on

advance like ants



I the only corpse

able to come back from the dead



drink in the darkness

of the new night.

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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