Bernard Kennedy Poems

I was a young altar boy,
at the rail, holding the paten,
the golden plate,
under the chin of communion
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March 24 1980, it rings a bell?
As the bell sounded and chalice raised,
contained the Blood of Christ,
shots rang in El Salvador and
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When I was a young boy the knickerbocker glory
had with it a long spoon to scoop the residue.
and later with bacon and cabbage and mashed potato,
in Dublin, or on St. Patrick's Day, and color of carrot,
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West 47 at morn
times square lit up with smiles
cop handcuff for pose
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Beckett bridge empty
no crossing Nelson is dust
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History, from so far back,
has been bombs,
bullets, bickering, breaching revenge.
A peculiarity between cousins, Christian,
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Ring out those bells at Windsor now,
those Celtic bells, as was a
melancholic peal now raised to Easter Joy.
Ring three times and ring again,
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The poor man sits begging,
in the archway between a Dublin
car park and the via dolorosa
to the shopping mall
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The stretch in the evening, clock forward
and the earlier light opened enjoy,
as brighter things and
strolling in the park the flowers
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