Hillsborough Revisited (A poem by David Subacchi)


David Subacchi studied at Liverpool University and has both lived and worked in the city. Born in Wales of Italian roots he has published two collections of poems, ‘First Cut’ (2012) and ‘Hiding in Shadows’ (2014). He describes the main influences on his work as Wales, Italy and Merseyside. He is a member of Liverpool’s Dead Good poets and regularly performs his work live at poetry and other events.   


They came by coach from Warrington

Like others had done before

To see the scene of crime

Though it’s not all here anymore

The Hillsborough inquests jury

With the coroner in tow

Following the same route

Taken 25 years ago

In preparation for the visit

In a car park carefully

They placed a row of cones

Where the turnstiles used to be

And where some walls once stood

They pointed out those

Asking them to use

Their imagination I suppose

It’s an all seater stadium now

So the terraces aren’t there

Yet I know they felt something

A kind of chill in the air

The fences and the steel bars

No longer line the field

But their grim shadows

Could not be concealed

From the Hillsborough inquests jury

Armed with notebooks and pens

And a database of images

From a computer aided lens

They had no need to come

They had nothing much to bring

But when it comes to justice

You can’t beat the real thing.

 David Subacchi.