The Poetry Society

John Gallas

75th Anniversary of the Calamitous Burning at the Drumcollogher Cinema

Disbelief like at the Miracles, lightsout and ssh it's starting,
Rolls up in the curtain on a whirring breath
Undominoed dustrose bandaged bound and pinched.
Monday 6.30 'Why Worry ?' One Night Only, O Lord we will not. The pennies, the
Cold, the tongue and the labour slug as leather shoes
On lightless mud and O Lord the swimming happy
Lost damned thinking thinking damned and glass water
Level in the heart and laugh I nearly burst my buttons
O Lord the joy of it, hardly ever and or but with You, O
God not yet, all waiting white to catch fire when
Harold gets the giant's tooth and there is peace to come.
End, the end, ssh it's starting, dustrose burning
Rolled up in the curtain, disbelief like at the Miracles that man
Can burn and Mary too, Why Worry O Lord we will not.
I sit at the calamitous cross all grey and cold and
Now the pictures roll, ssh it's starting, pictures the burning heart lightsout and the
Earth that left us and the whirring breath. O Lord
Make the rest easy who are burned so bad and cannot lie.
Amen.