E de "É assim que se faz a História. Sem palavras a mais." (XXXI)

I saw your mother
with two guards
through a glass plate
for one quarter hour
on the day that you died.

    

'Extra visit, special favour'
I was told, and warned
'The visit will be stopped
if politics is discussed.
Verstaan - understand!?'
on the day that you died.

   

I couldn't place
my arm around her,
around your mother
when she sobbed.

    

Fifteen minutes up
I was led
back to the workshop.
Your death, my wife,
one crime they managed
not to perpetrate
on the day that you died.

JEREMY CRONIN

(soberbamente lido, esta tarde, por John Mateer)