Barry McGovern
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
Birth was the death of him.
Words are few, dying too.
Birth was the death of him, ghastly grinning ever since, up at the lid to come, in cradle and crib.
At suck, first fiasco, with the first totters, from mammy to nanny and back, all the way,
Bandied back and forth.
So ghastly grinning on from funeral to funeral to now.
Two and a half billion seconds.
Two and a half billion seconds.
Hard to believe so few.
From funeral to funeral.
Funerals of, he all but said, of loved ones.
Thirty thousand nights.
Hard to believe so few.
Sun long sunk behind the larches.
New needles turning green.
In the room dark gaining, till faint light from standard lamp, wick turned low.
And now, this night, up at nightfall, every nightfall, faint light in room, whence unknown, none from window.