The Dinner

The Dinner

Round the table,
voices drop
like the wee ones
and the old grandads
disappeared from the
streets just.

“It’s early days,”
Enniskillen mother says
to Omagh father.

Heads nod.

“Aye, early days,”
he says.

Northern Ireland, November 5, 1998

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