The Stars of Alaska
He wrote the message of his death
on the cold concrete of a step.
In blood and dying’s greasy sweat,
in the grim realisation of ending,
the sensation of a heart not pounding
and he thought
then in that
A boy on a farm
with a wasted arm from birth.
Mother gone with his withered limb
to the stars of Alaska so his father said.
9. 8. 7 seconds.
A man with one arm working a farm,
living day to day with banks to pay and no pay for himself.
And a wife grown old and mean on lean
and shattered dreams. Leaves. Dead
and gone. Away to the stars
Eviction and conviction, six months
in the pen with brutal men and gentle men
in cages. Ages from eighteen to eighty.
No hope for an ex-con with one arm on
the streets and winters
coming on. May as well be gone
to the stars of Alaska
3. 2 seconds.
Home in a door way,
move on when the cops say
everyday its getting tougher. Weather
getting rougher spirit cracking under the weight.
Yearning of late for the stars of Alaska
A lady bends down. He hears her voice.
What’s that he says.
Come away baby boy.
You’ve done your time
for the crime of birth.
Your done with pain and done with earth.
Come away to the stars of Alaska
Where too the small boy asks at last
and the lady points to the night sky as she takes his hand
they fly free and high.
Just those two on the journey
life on the glittering path
to the twinkling stars of Alaska.
© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com