Casualty by Seamus Heaney

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Inverted photo of table lamp

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/51607/casualty-56d22f7512b97

 

“But my tentative art
His turned back watches too:
He was blown to bits
Out drinking in a curfew
Others obeyed, three nights
After they shot dead
The thirteen men in Derry.
PARAS THIRTEEN, the walls said,
BOGSIDE NIL. That Wednesday
Everyone held
His breath and trembled.   “
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