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judas in the city by Séamas Carraher

i dreamt of Solomon in the city
his poisoned city,
my singing metropolis,
dreamt of Solomon
and Judas his friend,
but the dawn brings
the bright light of day
at five am, the dawning
of the day
at exactly five am
the day’s execution began

the corpses shattered my illusions
the corpses came
and widowed my life
my warsaw was in flames
my dreams undermined.

i dreamt of solomon in a city
where the shopgirls
could undress their dreams
of the work undone,
the work betrayed

but judas walked in the city
this city as big as a life,
but judas walked in the city
his arms as big as shovels.

City of betrayal!
My lovely city,
my singing treacherous city,
my judas of a city
where we lay down
all the shortness of a life
(your embrace only
this wound of a city)

and
gave
up
all
my
dreams
of
hope.

PastedGraphic-2About the author:

Séamas Carraher was born in Dublin, Ireland in 1956. He lives and writes on the Ballyogan estate, in south County Dublin, at present.

Recent publications include poems in The Junk Lot Review, Dead Flowers, Pyrokinection, Dead Snakes, Carcinogenic Poetry, Napalm & Novacain, The Camel Saloon, ditch, Bone Orchard Poetry, Istanbul Literary Review and Pemmican. Previously his work has been published in Left Curve (No. 13, 14 & 20), Compages, Poetry Ireland Review, the Anthology of Irish Poetry and the Irish Socialist (newspaper).

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