farewell to bobby sands
In the dream, I’m on my way to make peace with Bobby Sands.
Bobby’s my next-door neighbour, but we haven’t been very neighbourly lately. It’s been a long time since we’ve spoken. So long that I can hardly remember what set off the feud in the first place. Something trivial.
Now Bobby’s in jail and he’s starving himself and he’s going to die.
When I pull up to the prison grounds, a silent ambulance arrives at the same time as I do. The sky is clouding over and turning purple. That’s when I realize that I’m too late.