A Man Weeps <br /> <br />In Finnegan’s eyes you dare not see <br />Beyond what throbs in there. <br />Nor when the Guinness lonely nights. <br />Rent hugged hard fistful sheets. <br /> <br />Thoughts maudlin wrench at his constant pain. <br />Made worse by the love described. <br />In radio lonely lovelorn ballad songs. <br /> <br /> <br />None mention Moll, by name of course. <br />Or his kids that shopped with Ma. <br />That day just time ago when the high street’s crimsoned puddle ponds <br />flecked the acrid smoke of hate. <br />The bomb set off from the lick of clickerty switch. <br />By so-called ‘freedom men’, vengeful in their covert might. <br /> <br /> <br />Glass from neon shop fronts in their twisting glimpsoled dance, <br />lanced the drizzled air. <br />In the secondless whoosh Moll nearly touched her youngest’s hand <br />before their world disploded. <br /> <br />Most of their bits were found……….. <br /> <br /> <br />Finnegan was a gentle man, he once believed in God. <br />Took the kids to Sunday school the week, <br />before they filled the yellow tagged bags. <br />“No, they weren’t hurt” he whispers to Scratchy the cat <br />who pads his lap with unheard feline purrs. <br /> <br /> <br />“Dear God”, he says again, as oceans more stain <br />the crumpled photo in which Moll smiles. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Mike Davis<br /><br />Mike Davis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-man-weeps/
