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Radio Ulster News
A poem from The Rresurrection of the Body at Killysuggen, 2011.
I was leaving no stone unturned in my granny’s bedroom,
in search of the savings the old cow had salted away
against the expense of her Co-op pauper’s funeral,
when the radio said that the body dragged from the dam
and decayed almost beyond identification
was that of my brother, unheard-from these past three years,
since his card had been marked and he’d had his marching orders
from my father-in-law, his wife, and the rest of the boys.
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