Goodbye to Brigid/An Agnus Dei
© By Padraic Fiacc
I take you by the hand. Your eyes,
Mirroring the traffic lights,
Are green and orange and red.
The Military lorries by our side
Drown out your child-heart
Thumping tired under the soot
-black thorn trees these
Exhaust-fumed grey greasy mornings.
My little girl, my Lamb of God,
I’d like to set you free from
Bitch Belfast as we pass the armed
-to-the-back-teeth barracks and
Descend the road into the school
Grounds of broken windows from
A spate of car-bombs, but
Don’t forgive me for not.
© Padraic Fiacc, Goodbye to Brigid/An Agnus Dei 1986
Padraic Fiacc, like many other parents, worried about what their children made of the tight security and bomb damage around them.