Remembering Oscar Romero – a poem by Sam Hickford

Remembering Oscar Romero
                             ¡Haz patria, mata un cura!
             Forget him, he whose life was elegy,
             tasting and tracing death's shadow. In touching it,
             he fought the umbrageous, audacious canopy
             it stretched over El Salvador, the death-squad-valleys
             so cruelly cooing with caracara, woodcreepers
             wounded by the weight of the noise, the Lete's 
             screeching flow he had so swam and strained against.
            The mass came. He knew he would die, and so exposed
            his chest to absorb the bullets, not swooning to the east,
            and, knowing the resurrection was delayed,
            he consecrated another, and redismembered each
            campesino, fearing himself, not as a story-book martyr.
            He nervously tilted his shoulder to the nervous flow
            of the staccato of a God-made gun.

Sam Hickford has not been canonised as a saint, maybe this would help him with his DBS application.

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