Antigone’s First Meeting

Welcome to the Dead Brothers Club! Tonight is our Thursday social.

We have all sorts here: Some of us are riddled with the guilt of the eldest, Some with the anger of the baby left behind.

This is Miriam, tea or coffee? Who saved herself but her brother drowned.

Would you like a sandwich?

Sarah’s was born with her chord around his neck, She wonders if he would have looked like her.

Or perhaps a biscuit?

We have some where Agnes is sitting She couldn’t find him that night –The family think he was murdered, But she knows he had tried it before.

And tell us about yourself.

Are you from around here?

Do you see the colour of his eyes in the clouds? Do you hear his voice in your dreams? Are you free every Thursday?

by Róisín O’Shea

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by James Berrell