not by blind witnesses'
uninvited knocks;
with a lens
brought back to light
from a darked cupboard,
winter's gloom refracted
through retinal disorder
yearning for expression
Three Fiesta doors pressed muffled shut
Like punches wrapped in towelled fist
The dent of gravelly footsteps crunch
Inside boundaries of rhododendron missed
3am provokes each flicked switch
To trail live curses in bleary wake
Not until the bolt rasps back
Does patterned pyjama armour take
- and grasp -
the third of five dull thuds
The Police Service of Northern Ireland say
they are investigating the shooting of
an unarmed man at his home in Shantallow
in the early hours of this morning.
They say his wife witnessed the attack.
In other news...
Mere words,
Penetrating