Barry McGovern
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
It gathers in his mouth.
Parts lips and thrusts tongue between them.
Feels soft touch of tongue on lips of lips on tongue.
Fade up in outer dark of window.
Stare beyond through rift in dark to other dark.
Sun long sunk behind the larches.
Nothing faintly stirring.
Stock still, eyes glued to pain, as if looking his last at that first night of thirty thousand odd
Turn away in the end to darkened room Where soon to be, this night to be Spill, hands, lamp, gleam of brass Pale glow baloned in gloom Brass bedrail catching light
thirty seconds to swell the two and a half billion odd fade gone cry snuffed with breath of nostrils again and again again and again gone till whose grave which
He all but said, which loved ones?
Black ditch in pelting rain, way out through the grey rift in dark, seen from on high, streaming canopies, bubbling black mud, coffin on its way, loved one
He all but said, loved one on his way.