Where Wild Swans Graze
for Horsey QuinnWe clicked, me and you,
Cowan Street and The Pound,
who knows why, some touching of souls
maybe. Who cares? it was a liking,
fuck religion, fuck politics,
just two kids who clicked.
Your da was a window cleaner,
woke me many a morning
whistling down the hill
like Ronnie Renalde with a ladder,
a bucket and a flat cap; I never
spoke to him, nor to yor ma. Our paths
forked, years later, me a teacher,
you a cop. And one night in Birmingham
on the six o'clock news, there you were,
blown to bits; and all your smiles,
our friendship, your da's tunes,
had emptied like a broken bottle.
Extract from CAIN (Conflict Archive on the Internet):
Sean Quinn: 27 October 1982, (aged 37) CatholicStatus: Royal Ulster Constabulary (RUC), Killed by: Irish Republican Army (IRA)
Killed in land mine attack on armoured Royal Ulster Constabulary (RUC) patrol car, Oxford Island, near Lurgan, County Armagh.If you would like to see the list of all those killed in the conflict between July 14th 1969 and December 31st 1998 then click here.