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All night Tippi and I lie with our armswrapped around each otherlike rope.I bury my face in her neckand she wakes every now and thento kiss the top of my head
Nell drives and we don’t speak.
Every limb is numb
My mind is racing
and then slow.
Tippi can't stand clowns.Dragon is terrified of cockroachesand Mom of mice.Dad pretends to be fearless,though I've seen him flinch when the mail arrives
The building is white,ivy eating its way up the broken walls,windows smalland scratched.
The walls of the room are white and clean -all sign's of yesterdays sorrows scrubbedaway with bleach.
Kids in camouflage sprint and stumble through smoke,
their faces smeared with blood and dirt.
It’s a burnt-out city with kids tearing into enemy lines,
She is not here.Not beside me in bednor in the roomat all.
It has happened
Oh to be in Magherabeg
Where I was adult free
From sun up til head down,
Stomping through streams in worn out wellies,
Chasing rams down to the Swilly.
This is my story.It is mine alone because I am the one who needsto tell it.I am the one who is still here,no longer stage right but