Riding with the Irishman ...

Last night I rode with the Irishman in the killing car -

Drugstore windows reflected our cruel fins -

Our chrome mouth shone in the light of the American moon -

We drove past Italian restaurants -

Men with wizened faces poured themselves murderous chasers -

I wore, like the Irishman, an inscrutable mask -

I slept in gaudy hotels -

I saw the murder of a president on a smoky screen -

I smelled the oily smell of dollars -

I watched the final killing -

A single tear on the Irishman's cheek -

I was engulfed by this timely parable -

Keep the door open Father the Irishman said -



Wednesday 12 February 2020

The Rex
Wareham
Dorset