Reflections On Shannon


These days

sick and void days

null and tired days

of poisoned life and murder’s reign 

when I close my eyes

I am always a sniper sniping 

from the window of a burnt out building 

I am the last stand in the last burning building 

and when at night,

in solitude and silence,

when at night my heart speaks,

my autonomous heart,

it speaks of a solo run

it speaks of a spectacular ending 

it speaks of being the nucleus

                                                        the spark 

                                                              the trigger 


that sets off the hell 

which is all that I owe

all that I own

and all that is mine 

for unleashing……..”

Read rest of e-book – a poem about the US Military’s use of Shannon Airport HERE