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Omagh, Ireland, 1998
The Vauxhall Cavalier
parked in the gap,
but gently ticked over,
while police shifted people
nearer the attack,
an unintended blunder.
You wonder
if the troubles are done,
but men hurrying back
across fields
to a waiting vehicle,
aren’t two lovers on the run.
Peace gone again,
another letdown.
An unearthly bang,
an eeriness,
a darknes...
Wednesday 16th August 2023 6:49 pm
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