Boy (1916) – Emer Davis

He lay on the road
lifeless and estranged
from this world,
his short trousers
stained with blood,
his baggy blue jumper
covering his wound,
marbles scattered at his feet.

Grey irises
staring at the sky,
his soul evaporated
with the smoke and gunfire,
he lay there,
shrouded in the fumes of war,
eking our from every corner,

A roll call of death
littered his street,
his freckled face etched
in the pallid valour
of a lost cause,
they carried his body
to the cart,
casting it aside,
as the rebels and soldiers marched.

 

Emer Davis, a poet and writer, was born in Dublin and grew up on Achill Island off the west coast of Ireland. She has lived in London, Dublin, Drogheda and Abu Dhabi. She has one book of poems published Kill Your Television and two eBooks published – Name Tag and To Tear Your Breath Away. She organised a monthly Open Mic Poetry Session and a poetry group the Viaduct Bards in Ireland. Several of her poems and short stories have been published in Ireland, Mexico, UK, USA and the UAE. She was a regular performer at Rooftops Rhythms in Abu Dhabi until July 2014 and read at the Abu Dhabi International Book Fair in 2013.  Having recently returned to Ireland in 2014, she is currently working on a non-fiction book and a new collection of poems.

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