I saw a dead horse in the road on the way to Ballyfermot

Gericault (1823) Study for Dead Horse
Gericault (1823) Study for Dead Horse

Cycling to prison for the summer
To meditate with the addicts and murderers
Sweating in the sun on the cycle path in July
By a river, by the rushes and marram grass
With blue skies carrying clumps of cloud like afterthoughts
And wind singing the white noise of motion
My cycle carries me forwards
Towards the beaten broken men for repair

But as I thought
Of economics
Of the Buddha
And God

I saw a dead horse in the bushes on the road to Ballyfermot
And as I felt dread well in me like a thick oil
I saw the world with new eyes Continue reading