Around the corner from my mum's house
Next to the paki shop
And what used to be the old dairy
We climbed the high stone wall
My son Connor and I,
As I had done in my youth
Alone and scared in the rain.
Into the field of the departed
Through the holly bush
And rusty broken barbed wire
Astride crumbling red bricks
Clothed in moss and lychen
Devoid now of green broken glass
Clothed with my blood,
Looking down into the darkness
Between the glistening gravestones
The smell of rain on concrete
In our noses
Searching for my footprints.