Patrick Bourke- In The Courtyard of The Dead
Why were you so hard?
In the name of Christ,
why were you so hard?
Was it your father?
Was it the bones we dug from the grave?
We only did it once you know!
Sitting on tombstones, pretty as punch.
We all tried to help but you lost us.
I still see my mother screaming,
as you dragged her out of bed.
Did the saints pray for you?
I was on my knees!
Did you choke on a greasy chunk of ambition?
A silent pool you let me touch,
gave me the sense of forever.
Love was hiding,
to be dug up like bones.
You had demons breathing on you,
later on I came to know them well.
Forgive us father for we have sinned.
I confess to you but not the sin eaters.
An Trodaí agus an Torc,
buried for three hundred years.
We played with his bones.
As dead as you are,
I still play with them.
ManicWorld Magazine 