A friend who was killed in Newry, Northern Ireland. This is how I found out about his death.

Ken Parry, d. 1984.

The bomb planter,
Urged by bomb ranter,
Booby-trapped the gate
With explosives and hate:
Opened in the morning
(His last dawning)
It killed the gateman,
The always-laughing no-hate man.

It was a two-minute item on News at Ten,
The viewers were smitten,
By the piece about the rescued kitten.

18:36, Sun. 09-10-2005.

Poetry by Mark J. Wood
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Written on 2006-11-11 at 17:08

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I'm so sorry. Media... war... it's all a joke. It's so out of place, so cold, and so pointless... I'm so sorry.