in collection, Facing the Public,
Anvil Press Poetry, ISBN 978-0-8564641-2-6
The Boy from Durras
thatís right, the Tans picked up children
you know why of course, donít you?
were looking for information.
tell you something now on the quiet
youíll get no one round here
talk about it. No, they wouldnít open their mouths.
was a young fellow picked up outside Durras.
was sent down from the house.
say only about twelve or thirteen,
much more, sent down to the shop to get the messages
the Tans picked him up, gave him a lift to the shop.
he said something or not, was never known.
no point in asking me
you wonít get anyone round here to talk about it.
was an IRA safe house raided that night, anyway
truck load of the Boys taken to Bandon Barracks.
you wouldnít want to be arrested by the Essex Regiment
sir, fingernails pulled off and a slow death by the barracks
were very fond of the red hot poker, the Essex were.
the boy give them a tip-off? No one knows.
get no one round here to talk about it today.
itís seventy years on,
a crowd from the village came for the boy.
parents couldnít save him, he was tied to a horse
cart and dragged, yes the very same that the Tans
to that priest outside Dunmanway, he was dragged
far as Dromore before they stopped.
say thatís a distance of about forty mile.
donít forget that you never heard this from me.