Did they lay a shilling upon each of my eyes?
I’m sure I saw them do it, but I wasn’t there.
I had to close my eyes.
Was the sun shining for the men and women dressed in dark suits?
I think it was a beautiful day, but I couldn’t see through the haze.
Did the children dance and sing to the music of our homeland?
I remember them singing and dancing to sounds that didn't exist.
Bodies swayed and mouths moved, but not one person was there.
Were there food and refreshments passed round to the guests?
I didn’t taste food or drink, but I didn’t complain.
My hunger was a comfort.
Did you cry or laugh at the mention of my name?
I smiled and felt as if you were at my side.
I believe I touched your cheek and looked into your eyes.
Was there a candle lit at mass?
I saw a million flickers lighting up the room.
The atmosphere was vibrant and the smell of phosphorous lingered.
Did you recite a thousand prayers?
I have forgotten how to pray.
I remembered you told me praying was for fools.
Did I make it across?
But to that I couldn’t answer.
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
2 years ago