Poetry

By

David Subacchi

Ireland 2016

The Post Office is spotless

Stonework scrubbed,

Digital images enhanced

And shared with the world.

There are celebrations,

Fine commemorations;

A hundred years passed

Since the Proclamation.

Where we stand now

Artillery reduced

Buildings to rubble

And snipers fired.

There are parades

And fine speeches

Bands playing,

Flags flying,

Books published,

Films made,

Documentaries

Fully funded.

There are memories,

Reinterpretations

Of past positions,

Reevaluations.

Bodies raised

From unmarked graves

Reinterred

With ceremony.

How quickly

Time passes

How fast a free

Nation grows.

David Subacchi

David Subacchi lives in Wales where he was born of Italian roots. He has three published collections of poetry in English and a collection in the Welsh Language is forthcoming this year. Also a collection of 17 Sonnets commemorating Ireland’s Easter Rising of 1916. His blog can be found here.