War's no place to be
Yeah, I were a soldier me,
constantly, for years,
still am now I’m on me arse,
listening to all these gobshites
with their feckin poppies.
I see watermelon smiles
 — to the ears, not the eyes --

me on me knees
unexploded ieds — 
women-with tanned, muscular arms
walking for miles
for water
men with children on their backs …
jumping into the sea to escape from me
the army.

Mebbe someone, some being, somewhere,
will save me from meself
I cannot swim out of these memories....
me childhood was all about names and games
we played together — in any old weather --
me brothers and me
now, I jump out of my own skin
veins, arteries: body parts, ied

The bloke from the Legion
said to let go of trauma
some hope, what the fuck does he know?
I  duck live fire — 
get arrested again
which is OK by me
I do not wish to spread the pain
y'see

If it’s all the same, b'thee.

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