The Cathach 2011 - Volume II (PDF) - Sligo Libraries

My brother was a policeman,
battered seriously several times.
He tells me get over
what’s past.
I recall the vice grip of a forearm on my throat,
the effort to end it quickly, for a pittance.
The little I might have done that I didn’t.
The cold eye he cast before he ran.
Other strangers saved me.
I do feel the pain and suffocation.
I do feel out of place in company.
I do seek a loving touch.
Relief when the day ends, but no rest.
Something lurking there
to be got on with,
and no use thinking about it.
- Seán Golden
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