A lifeless body ice cold,
defiled like a dead dog on a dark country road,
deep beneath the winter fog,
lying foetal position on a blue frost
bed,
in shoeless feet,
life drained from a bullet wounded
head.
A blood caked face left an imprint on a crisp linen sheet.
Ghost white. Silent night.
➽Seán Maguire has been writing poetry, song lyrics, short stories and non-fiction for over thirty years and has had a considerable amount of his work published in magazines, newspapers, anthologies and online blogs. The above poem is taken from his collection For Those Left Behind.
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