Am I the only one?

1.

I was killed at school.

The bullets hit me somewhere

in the eye, ear, nose & throat,

maybe through my heart.

I didn’t feel a thing

pierce my umbilical pipeline.

I guess my mother’s blood gushed.

Maybe she hadn’t decided what she’d do with me.

All that ammunition …

Cartridges for crucifixions

Explosions of extreme unction

A Hell of Heaven

I imagine the bard broken.

I was gone within a heartbeat, snuffed out.

Was I the only one?

2.

I was elected at home.

The votes cost me

a bank balance weighed with wishes.

I keep eyes, ears, nostrils, speeches primed.

I feel throbbing hearts,

invocations of investors …

shareholders sighing like furnace …

I am a political animal,

I stand to attention for the last post

in association with my brothers-in-arms,

with every voter who craves the right to shoot,

to the grave.

I’ve earned the money to pursue the sins of the Senate,

the hustings of the House.

I’ve paid the price

Am I the only one?

3.

I am the gun that shot the child

in many places.

I have an owner.

A kind, gentle, considerate, generous, careful citizen.

An emotionally retarded, psychotic, neglected, deprived, abused, vengeful

collector of beauties.

My barrel gleams.

I am an automatic obliterator,

my owner is a dead shot,

proud, defender of the faith of our fathers,

responsible,

lover of fire & brimstone.

I love my owner.

Am I the only one?

_________________

(17 February 2018 – in honour of 17 humans massacred in Florida – 14 students + 3 faculty members)

After Sunday

‘It’s hard

to start…’

______

After Sunday

A roll of the dice 

A cut of the cards

Slot-machines

Night and Day

rolled into one

Background & Hinterland.

Did Elvis chant

‘Let’s Strip You Bare’?

Music & Musaque 

‘ Where have all the jute-boxes gone?’

——

What’s your poison?

Your cocktail?

Your justification?

To be sure,

none of us expected you to order

“Massacre on the Rocks”.

No parrot sang

“Pretty Polly

Off your trolly

No folly

Pretty Polly

Off-duty

Police officer

Nurse

Local government employee

A couple of Canadians

With his fiancé 

A very good mother

Heavy-duty mechanic apprentice

Maple Ridge

Big Sandy

Henderson

23

29

20

22,000

Vesuvius 

Pompeii on the Strip

_______

‘I won’t be right

until I’ve written 

– even then

I won’t be right.

I lost my heart in Vegas

Nevada

Cork.’

#JeSuisBarcelona

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Rambling on Ramblas

lives extinguished, spirits crushed

the swallows in tears.

‘We struck on Ramblas

died killing humanity’

peacocks mourn today

Starved to her death

Al-Qaswa Barcelona

the Prophet in tears.

#JeSuisCharlie – poem by Paul O’Mahony

Guingamp's supporter hold signs reading "Je suis Charlie" (I am Charlie) to pay tribute to the victims of the Charlie Hebdo attack during the French L1 football match between Guingamp and Lens at the Roudourou stadium in Guingamp, western France, on January 10, 2015.  AFP PHOTO / FRED TANNEAU        (Photo credit should read FRED TANNEAU/AFP/Getty Images)
Guingamp’s supporter hold signs reading “Je suis Charlie” (I am Charlie) to pay tribute to the victims of the Charlie Hebdo attack during the French L1 football match between Guingamp and Lens at the Roudourou stadium in Guingamp, western France, on January 10, 2015. AFP PHOTO / FRED TANNEAU (Photo credit should read FRED TANNEAU/AFP/Getty Images)

Je Suis Charlie

A few minutes was enough

a smattering of bullets

a cascade of hate

rained down

out of a cloud

loaded with purpose

ammunition

attrition

a mission.

Twelves apostles of humour

twelve souls of freedom

twelve bodies.

In the name of Abraham

and all the shared scars

like wounds from a bloody god

J’accuse

7 January 2015