![]() DAVID SUBACCHI POET ([email protected]) David Subacchi was born in Wales (UK) of Italian roots and has three published collections of poems. ‘First Cut’ (2012), ‘Hiding in Shadows’ (2014) and Not Really a Stranger (due in May 2016). His Blog is at http://www.writeoutloud.net/profiles/davidsubacchi CROSSMAGLEN Watching the footage now it seems dated The dull colours of old camera lenses The flat caps of farmers behind fences Waiting at the road blocks that they hated Posh voiced army officers interviewed And working class squaddies with sharp senses Fearing the trigger finger that tenses Keep all their answers uncomplicated. High above a helicopter whirring Drowns out the shouts of young children playing A priest in dark clothing walks past praying We fail to hear the words he’s saying This is bandit country someone explains Where no last trace of innocence remains. BECAUSE Because there is no heartbeat Because his limbs are still But yet warm to the touch There is only silence He lingers between two worlds On the edge of a precipice Losing balance slowly While we hope that strong arms Will catch him And that angels wings Will give him shelter. Because there is no life Because it is all used up Mostly for our sakes There is a quiet trembling Amongst the machinery And the smell of disinfectant It is a turning point Without his guidance To give us confidence Every tick of the clock Predicts our own passing. Because of the stillness Because of the silence There is a vacuum Waiting to be filled With our despair Or our perseverance So we pray that daylight Breaking through the blinds Will illuminate our hope And not expose our Desperation. WAITING FOR A HURRICANE In early hours we lie With windows slightly open Listening to rainfall Waiting for a hurricane. When it comes We will close All openings vulnerable To a draught. Until then Dripping water And passing cars Hypnotise. When it arrives We know little Can be done To stop the wind Wrecking fences, Displacing slates And tearing felt From roof tops. But we wish To be awake To face its coming With defiance. So we lie together Bodies trembling Breath rising and falling Waiting for a hurricane.
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