Familiar

A familiar voice called me

By my name. There’s darkness,

In my head and around me. I

Don’t know why, it seems distant.

Distance, I had ran, down the

Road, back up the hill, shouted

A warning, looked at the van.

Phoned down to the other place

But was interrupted, although

I heard and recall nothing.

Another familiar voice, on

The radio this time, from the other

Place I think, there’s an urgency.

The old man, the driver, had

Looked so bewildered, said

Something about his family taken,

And the van and 20 minutes.

There’s that familiar voice again

I sense light, catch a glimpse of

A flashlight and other voices now too-

“Christ he looks bad”

A pressing weight is lifted, and then I am.

Muted muffled pandemonium,

Everything has moved and is broken.

A hand takes mine, and presses it

To my head. Clarity and recall

Kick in, get searching and fuck the risk.

Three, two, then only one is missing.

Ah no, not him not Cyril.

He was laughing with me only,

Minutes ago I guess, getting ready

To go home for good in six weeks

To Carrick-Fergus, and the family business.

A familiar face, looms out at me

In my mind’s eye, but in finding him, I

Don’t see it, or a side of his scalp

His brain, feet or hands -just

Union jack boxers remain.

I lose his cheerful voice in the dark,

And say a prayer, not knowing

What else to do, and then call out;

In my own now unfamiliar voice

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