Belfast by Bianca Butler

Senior Poetry Entry

The sweet cocktail of steel and blood
Stills a morning cloaked in green
Laced back and forth, soft wire barbs
Adorn bitter tangerine

A causeway built by giant men
Drowns silent beneath
Religion shuns the spiritual
Whispers are heard of prayers of grief

A child dies, broken in two
A watching father aches
Two green eyes blink, innocence falls
To uphold a war for grace

Bloody fingers, once small and clean
Soon hold the trigger dear
Though eyes can’t see but muddled hat
Through the shot glass all is clear