He feels no headache anymore
At daylight in the dosshouse,
Just a dry-mouth craving for the cure
To take him to a high
Now each day measured
By an even lower low.
To start again the routine drinking
Which helps him to forget, forget Mayo.
Nothing there but rain and hardship,
With a wicked wind from Nephin
Blowing poison, as it was
When he was bullied
From the homeplace
To be bullied here as well
By gangers and their cronies,
Mayomen, fuck them, fuck them all.
No going back now, ever,
Fuck Mayo and fuck the dawn.

By Noel Burke

Taken from the book: Inspirations of a Curious kind by Ward9writers, who have kindly allowed us to post some of their work.


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