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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