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Eamonn McGinty
I was born in Derry and I still reside here. I attended Saint Joseph’s secondary school and the North West College of Technology. At the North West College of technology, I received a city and guilds in journalism. I've been writing since I was a teenager. I mainly write poetry and short stories. I've worked at a number of jobs over the years. For the most part I’ve done clerical work and currently work for a local supermarket.
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This Other Man's Hell by
Eamonn McGinty |
There’s darkness on the edge of noon;
All life eclipsed, as arms exalt the phoenix
Risen from the ashes of its own destruction.
He walks; a sordid beggar with opium
Covered eyes, towards a serene death.
Around the sky shroud falls, and beside him
Death’s ambush treads: it steps lightly,
With a slow tapestry of movement.
In his mind’s shadows the comrades watch: all dead,
A high-school photograph of standing corpses,
With only him to take his place.
Death moves closer...its open womb-like arms
Reach out to him- in this place only death has honesty-
He stops...waiting for the call to free him
From this other man’s Hell...
And it comes...clear as day.
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