Parenthesis

Parenthesis

Maggie smoothes and folds

a white cotton handkerchief 

for a priest’s pocket.

 

Women have laid out

their menfolk’s prized Sunday best

for Mass and the march.

 

Flocking in chapel

a last communion wafer 

soft-melts on their tongues.

 

Under blue-crisp skies

voices rise in unison —

we shall overcome.

 

Silent coffins weep.

What was the price of protest?

Only everything.

 

Features on a Bogside Mural, Derry.

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