Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SIGHTSEERS, by PAUL MULDOON

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THE SIGHTSEERS, by                 Poet's Biography
First Line: My father and mother, my brother and sister
Subject(s): Oppression; Ireland; Irish

My father and mother, my brother and sister
and I, with uncle Pat, our dour best-loved uncle,
had set out that Sunday afternoon in July
in his broken-down Ford
not to visit some graveyard-one died of shingles,
one of fever, another's knees turned to jelly-
but the brand-new roundabout at Ballygawley,
the first in mid-Ulster.

Uncle Pat was telling us how the B-Specials
had stopped him one night somewhere near Ballygawley
and smashed his bicycle

and made him sing the Sash and curse the Pope of Rome.
They held a pistol so hard against his forehead
there was still the mark of an O when he got home

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