Bones and Blood by James Byrne

Where might the sitting council sit
on Martyrs Road? Will they bud
more lime-green shoots to spout
over the military garden? No calm
in the hedgerow along the dark mile
of the street, the bolt of a gunbarrel
juts from the grills like a baited snake.
The guards remain vigilantly poised,
wide-eyed in a weft of hammocks.
Why—for over thirty years—a 32°
chill still pervades the pagoda road?
And why—after years of mopping up
bones and blood—do the stray dogs
still cower, lapping at betel juice?

From: http://www.morningstaronline.co.uk/a-7607-Four-poems-by-James-Byrne#.Vd6Pv6Cqqko

Date: 2014

By: James Byrne (1977- )

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