Inside the Maze

Inside the Maze

“My fear of peace?” he responds.

We sit hunched under bunks.
Men with tattoos bring us tea,
Roll cigarettes,
And watch even our breathing.

“That at the end of the day,”
he says to us twice,
“I’ll be back in this prison visitn’
me children’s children.”

Maze Prison, Northern Ireland, April 24, 1994

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