Two Poems
Seán Hewitt, 19 October 2023
St Jude’s
The clinked latch woke meinside the tower. Past midnight,and outside, voices … the stretchof headlights across the rafters,
a dozen rooks asleep in a braceof echoes. Hollow, uninhabited –all the living parts of mewere flown. But then enough,
enough. My forehead daubedin ash, the silence foldedaround me like a dark wave.In the ruined spire, in the filth
of life, I...
