Pinned above the Heart, waiting God for your Sons Command

see me stand here
box in hand
your quarters in pocket
i’m a mall veteran
once a medic under tent

and still
my chest bleeds the red
my heart is an extruding poppy

you pass me you
pass my brothers
our sisters
their nobility a silence
as the poppy pricks your

their hearts are pricked
as well
not by bullet or pin
but by sounds
the memories

the noble silence

we were once young
and robbed of childhood
forced into heroism
left to the deafening memory

the nobility of self preserved silence

your pin prick
is my small voice
wanting to tell you
but unable

and you will hear

and you will learn

and we will
both cry

-the noble silence


About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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