The Identification

So you think its Stephen?
Then I'd best make sure
Be on the safe side as it were.
Ah, theres been a mistake. The hair
you see, its black, now Stephens fair ...
Whats that? The explosion?
Of course, burnt black. Silly of me.
I should have known. Then lets get on.

The face, is that the face mask?
that mask of charred wood
blistered scarred could
that have been a child's face?
The sweater, where intact, looks
in fact all too familiar.
But one must be sure.

The scoutbelt. Yes thats his.
I recognise the studs he hammered in
not a week ago. At the age
when boys get clothes-conscious
now you know. Its almost
certainly Stephen. But one must
be sure. Remove all trace of doubt.
Pull out every splinter of hope.

Pockets. Empty the pockets.
Handkerchief? Could be any schoolboy's.
Dirty enough. Cigarettes?
Oh this can't be Stephen.
I dont allow him to smoke you see.
He wouldn't disobey me. Not his father.
But that's his penknife. Thats his alright.
And thats his key on the keyring
Gran gave him just the other night.
Then this must be him.

I think I know what happened
... ... ... about the cigarettes
No doubt he was minding them
for one of the older boys.
Yes thats it.
Thats him.
Thats our Stephen.

by Roger McGough

Comments (11)

it s nice poem, I read it often the word behavior is good
God has no religion, so people should have respect for different religions and embrace the goodness of all the religions of the world! Powerful write!
Follow your own connection to divine and let others do the same...good advice dear poet.
Every religion has faith and freedom. All should get their freedom and rights rightly. Breath after breath we shall realize this. An amazing and brilliant poem is beautifully penned here and this is interesting really....10
A powerful message of tolerance in an insightful poem, well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing.
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