Reflecting the traffic lights 
The monster lorries by our side

 Drown out your child heart
Pumping tired under the soot

-grey thorn trees these
Exhaust-fume greasy mornings. 
 
 

 Bitch Belfast as we pass the armed
To the back teeth Barracks to

Descend the road into the school 
Grounds of broken windows from

 A spate of car-bombs but
Don't forgive me for not.
 
 

Padraig Fiacc