Saturday, September 28, 2013
Murder
My uncle’s brain
weighs fifteen-hundred grams
the pathologist says.
Fifteen-hundred
grams of childhood laughter,
of being a baby brother,
grams of childhood laughter,
of being a baby brother,
of other sacred lives,
listened to and remembered,
grams of prayer and solitude.
Fifteen-hundred
grams kicked around by a polished shoe,
grams kicked around by a polished shoe,
before being dropped into a silver tray
and weighed.
Fifteen-hundred
grams on the only scales of justice,
grams on the only scales of justice,
either he, or we,
would ever know.
©Copyright Niall OConnor 2013
Fr. Niall Molloy - Unsolved Murder 1985 