Itself - an asterisk on the map. This hyphenated line, a burst
of rapid fire ...
I was trying to complete a sentence in my head, but it kept
stuttering
All the alleyways and side streets blocked with stops and
colons.
I know this labyrinth so well - Balaklava, Raglan, Inkerman,
Odessa Street -
Why can't I escape? Every move is punctuated. Crimea  Street.
Dead end again.
A Saracen, Kremlin-2 mesh. Makrolon face -shields. Walkie-
talkies. What is
My name? Where am I coming from? Where am I going?
A fusillade of question-marks.
Carson’s rhetorical questions are enormously significant; a dramatic climax and the nub of the poem, which is about seeking the meaning of a terrible civil struggle. 
 
 The fundamental basis of the conflict was and still is ‘identity’; the essential ‘being’ of those involved. Being Catholic or Protestant remains deep within the psyche of the population of Belfast and Northern Ireland, though there is now peace. They are questions Carson asks but he, like those involved in the Troubles, has no answers.
Belfast Confetti