In the leaf of Those Are Real Bullets- Bloody Sunday, Derry, 1972, by Peter Pringle and Philip Jacob, it describes the horrid scene on this hellish of days- "Barney McGuigan lay on the pavement in a pool of his own blood and brains, his head blown open by a paratrooper's bullet. Peggy Deery was near death in the hospital, the back of her leg torn away. Frantic relatives searched the morgue for their loved ones. On that day, known ever since as Bloody Sunday, British paratroopers opened fire on unarmed Irish Catholic demonstrators in Derry, killing thirteen and wounding another fourteen. Five were shot in the back..." Although not a specific reference to Bloody Sunday, Ciaran Carson's "Belfast Confetti" conjures up images strikingly similar to the one's I read about years earlier. What makes Carson's analysis of this familiar situation so unique, is his direct use of punctuation as...