Belfast Confetti: Ciaran Carson

Belfast Confetti Suddenly as the riot squad moved in it was raining exclamation marks, Nuts, bolts, nails, car-keys. A fount of broken type. And the explosion Itself - an asterisk on the map. This hyphenated line, a burst of rapid fire … I was trying to complete a sentence in my head, but it kept  stuttering, All the alleyways and side streets blocked with stops and  colons. I know this labyrinth so well - Balaklava, Raglan, Inkerman,  Odessa Street - Why can’t I escape? Every move is punctuated. Crimea Street.  Dead end again. A Saracen, Kremlin-2 mesh. Makrolon face-shields. Walkie-  talkies. What is My name? Where am I coming from? Where am I going?  A fusillade of question-marks.

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