My Belfast Bomber.........

My Belfast Bomber

I found a singer who knew my song

who loved my lyrics with her slender voice

But my fingers played too fast to follow,

squeezed too hard on loves hair trigger, back fired

at close quarters, my innocence a hidden gunner.

A sound in the soul that ricochets continuous

with the crack in the night , the powder flash

and the perfume of cordite, my last post played

on the torn bodhran of my sweet Belfast bomber.

John.G.Hall©2003