The tiger snarl of the sun – white light white noise –
Moved its custom ministry
From Giver to Taker of life,
Flattened the drama of the landscape.
You were there on the street – hull integrity gone –
Zapped by a sun blade,
Feet and ankles and knees
Hung for a second upside down.
When you tottered up the street – sat on a stone –
Red and white and shook,
I had a split moment vision
Of carrying you home in my arms..
Honor O Brolchain
July 18th 2006