Alistair Graham Poems
- A Black Death That of God in every man, can you see it? ...
- Fifty Sheets Of Grey I put my neck on the line for ...
- Headquarters I hear them Upstairs in my head Moving stuff ...
- Ally Ally Oh If Titanic skin was our skin the question I’m...
- Belfast Taxi If intending to ride in my cab Be so kind and ...
- Shall I Continue? To continue as I am will surely add to ...
- Land Of Milk And Money 2012 Ad The ruler of the land and the ...
Poet and short story writer.
Lives in Belfast
Two books of poetry published and a third almost ready to be sent to a publisher. more »
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A Black Death
That of God in every man, can you see it?
Pull back the yellow stained curtains;
chisel out the crusted mess from your eyes
collect the stinking garments, bring them to the fire
scramble over the self-erected barricades
begin the journey to the land that bears fruit
The scales and blinkers will spring away
and down, like giant hale stones descending
onto a drum, stretched with lambskin.
Skin, bloodied and scarred by searing juices on lit coals -
a sour breath from mouths sucking on vinegar sponges -
a congregation of Protestant and Catholic ...