Sandymount
Still red water
Holds death cold
Free now from
Environing tightness
Yearning for …?
♞♜♝
Please don’t enter
While he sleeps
With open wrists
Flowing warm relief
In strange homely cast iron bath
♞♜♝
No help needed
Samaritans answer
No calls from here
Even now no one recognises
What draws sharpness along blue veins
♞♜♝
Identity unknown, life unwanted
Funeral paid in full by himself,
Lost soldier of society
Whose growing legacy
Is Van-Gogh’s Iris.
⏩ Frankie Quinn is a former republican prisoner who is now a community activist. He is the author of Open Gates, a book of poetry.
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