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



Park by the fields and run down to the beach

Hold out my arms to embrace the scene:

Ocean framed by jutting grassrock to the sides, roofed by cloud

As I watch everything points to the centre of view, a tunnel’s end ahead

The heavy water heaves and breathes

The clouds draw rain from the ocean along the horizon

The winds whitewash the water-music into a fuzzed-out bass roar

There is no sun here, the only light a blinding grey

I lie down in the sand, starfish, angel

I feel the weight of providence drown me in air

[Inspired by the death scene in American Beauty, where the character describes his final experience before dying stretching to an eternity. “For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout Camp, watching falling stars“. The video can be watched on youtube, but it’s a massive spoiler.]