by McCollonough Ceili
Ten days alone with the dead;
ten days, and not a tear was shed;
ten days of hot days and cool nights.
Ten days - for them I had to survive.
Ten days of dirt and blood;
ten days without a family's love.
Ten days of sickening smells;
ten days of a living hell.
Ten days after the banshee came;
ten days on an island that was never the same.
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