At one time I laughed

At one, who

Had been accused, wrongly, of assault

 

Oh the irony,

I return from the visiting room as my father,

Goes home

 

A Senior Officer gestures me to

Follow him.

He tells me, ‘I have an accusation of assault.’

 

I say, ‘I didn’t accuse’, he says, ‘no’,

‘You are the accused’

I say ‘who?’ he says who

I say ‘what?’ he says what

I say ‘shit!’ he says ‘don’t worry’.

 

I think ‘oh fuck! Not again’.

The anger builds, ‘how dare he’ I fume.

‘Where is the justice?!’

 

I laugh, not because it is funny,

But because of the idiocy.

Angry, sad, lonely I smoke.

I soon surround myself with

Those whom I

Trust for care, whom I can lean on,

 

Without further accusation.

 

Seamas MacFhearchair 26-9-16