Clifton Redmond

(7-4-1982 / Carlow)


I have spent my life digging,
digging, the ravaged spade
in fertile soil too rich for graves

Worn and relentless
in the garden of my tears
I have existed there
years then years
have passed
and I have tired

Scraping the dirt away
layer upon layer
into the soul

I crave the reflection
of an untapped well
deep in the conscience
where shadows dwell and flicker

I have watched my father
stand in that same garden
burying his reality
in that same soil

Piling on layer upon layer
to scared to dig
scared of the truth
or the wells reflection

He refused
to be found
in a coward’s frenzy
he resided

And he laughs as I dig
calls me the fool
he mocks my belief
and I resent

Maybe I will hit a spring
and unleash
the waters of redemption

Or perhaps I will dig forever
until the spade is worn to nothing
and my bones fall to dust
inside the dark endless hole

Submitted: Sunday, May 12, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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