Sad soul society…
Red Poets Magazine 2017
Absolution.
To the muted drum
Of my slow heart beat
One step, two step,
Each step in time.
A headless man,
A fountain of blood,
Walks uninvited
Into my dreams.
One step, two step,
Each step in time
A fountain of blood
That gushes in streams,
Covers my clothes,
Covers my eyes.
Other men standing
Leaden and still,
Faces caught frozen,
Unhinged by the sight.
One step, two step,
Each step in time.
A line of masks,
Wrinkled and creased,
Skin like leather
Painted dim white.
One step, two step,
Each step in time.
A lost ball rolling
To drip red feet,
Spins on the black track,
To show once again
The screaming wide gape
Of still twisted lips.
One step, two step,
Each step in time.
In the low long lean
Of the coal yards rise,
Smooth steel rails
Snake on the flat land
Like silvered blades.
And a raw red sun
Pours tears in the sky,
Pours scorn in the hand,
Pours fear in my eye.
One step, two step,
Each step in time.
A man on his back,
A fountain of blood
Awash in a stretcher
Continues to writhe.
To the muted drum
Of my cold heart beat.
One step, two step,
Each step in time.
1974.
Published Red Poets Magazine 2017.
First published in Rob Cullen’s poetry collection “Uncertain Times” Octavo Press 2016.
SOS from the Frontier
An SOS from the frontier.
This is a message from the borderlands
an endless void a windswept land
it is a desert stripped bare of features.
So I whisper the message – If you could have heard
all that I’ve heard. If you could see all that I’ve seen
if you could have been there, far out there and if you
could have listened to peoples words, listened to those
broken hurting people and that place out there, in here,
in me, in you. The dark frontier, that secret place you know
I know, we know, we all know, but deny its existence.
But for me there is no choice. I cannot deny its imprint
on my mind, my memory is not blind, deaf or unfeeling.
But I wish sometimes that it might be so. Now what do I do
with these memories, the words I do not wish to store,
and hold like some mad treasure trove, archive of horrors
of mankind, of humankind the stories told and told again,
The faces change but the pain and fear, the words remain.
It’s unending, it’s our narrative as long as we survive
this story will evolve and grow for we are humans.
I worked amongst the desolation, fragments,
survivors, of lives that might have flowered.
And that endless unknowing of what might have been
of who would I have been if that had not been done
to me, to who I was, a child, and unsuspecting.
Imagine the innocence and the quiet trust.
And all that time of working to heal – denial.
A total blindness to the reality of the harm
being done to children everywhere you look.
It’s a reality, take a bus or a train, sit in a café
you will be close to someone who has survived.
And then the guaranteed denial that fact is fact
In the face of all that. And then that sound
of wheels within wheels grinding, the noise
of conversations and the deals in closed rooms
to keep silence, to protect the perpetrators
and prevent the door room from being opened
and the truth from being known and shared.
Forty years of denial, obstruction and frustration.
Our lives are brief, a mere fluttering in time.
So open the door wide and let the light in!
From Rob Cullen’s collection “Uncertain Times” published September 2016 Octavo Press.
No Me Too by Pamela Ireland Duffy
SOS from the frontier

Forty years of denial, obstruction and frustration.
Our lives are brief, a mere fluttering in time.
So open the door wide and let the light in!
Excerpt from SOS from the Frontier.
Published in Rob Cullen’s poetry collection “Uncertain Times” 2016 Octavo.
Once again love this man!
Poetry and song are the same! Its the message …
Hey global warming what’s all the worries?
These are the days of our lives
These are the days of our lives. Live them. They’re the only ones we’ll have!
Save the planet!
Thinking of Aberfan tonight

Lest we forget.