Last Bus Ride in July – a Mother Speaks (Genocide – Srebrenica, July, 1995; Karadzic captured – Belgrade, July, 2008) - by
Summer grass is shoulder high once more, / higher than my sons will ever be.
Summer grass is shoulder high once more, / higher than my sons will ever be.
As was his custom at
/ approx. 9a.m. he returned
/ from the yard for coffee,
/
/ would plant his cap on the
/ silver salver on the…
Gone doun ae Sunday to the back-green
/ to take her washing in, my wife was raped
/ up the back-passage by an unseen
/ unkent…
Moonrise, an maudlin in the mirk,
/ we coorie in, hoose selt, hame hawked,
/ oor labour thirled tae yesterday,
/ the morra pawned fur brick-a-brack.
/
/ Thieves…
With a ragged diamond
/ of shattered plate-glass
/ a young man and his girl
/ are falling backwards into a shop-window.
/ The young man’s face
/ is bristling…