poems for derry (bank holiday weekend)

title - haiku to derry's walls

so what goes around
cannot come around because
it's had its gates locked

title - extinction of derry's tiger

derry derry turning white
up the hills (apartments - white)
marks and spencer and McDonald's
what's gone in belfast
now been followed

title - st columb's

flags then - faded out
and hanging in
it is with silence by my side i sit
and target out some words to find a prayer
cold woodwork seals the end of pews - i dare

not ask questions (which side are you on?)

hymn book - open out at psalms
(i'll let the others live that they may live)

across the backs of pews
columb throws a sift of life
of coloured glass like
offering us some gifts
of waking up

of beauty to our sound bashed shoulders
prayer mats though are empty
of shuffling knees
and in the back
mr washington dc walks in like
rolling thunder
with deep bass voice

the woman keeps the chat along
he answers questions
and then they find the volume pitch
that satisfies st columb's ears

how strange we wake up churches
then realise our mistakes