Last Man Standing

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Howth Harbour Howth, County Dublin looking toward Ireland’s Eye yesterday

The Survivor

When the last weather forecaster has died
spluttering live on air
and the TV’s just ads on a loop for things
there’s no longer anyone around to make;
I’ll appoint myself chief pathologist
for there’ll be no one else to do the job;

start slicing each of you open,
squash your lungs into a jar
intended for mayonnaise,
plop your eyeballs into one labelled
pickled onions, cut your livers out
like the butcher used to
when there were still butchers
and the liver wasn’t yours;
write down for my own benefit
my findings:
where you all went wrong.

Kevin Higgins

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12 thoughts on “Last Man Standing

    1. bertie blenkinsop

      Oh, I didn’t realise that you wrote poetry
      I didn’t realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly

        1. bertie blenkinsop

          ….you claim these words as your own
          But I’ve read well, and I’ve heard them said
          A hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)

    2. GiggidyGoo

      Basically three sentences with
      semi-colons used as full stops, and then
      carriage-return pressed at
      random intervals,
      topped
      off by centering it
      on page

      Obviously I cou
      ld not cent
      re
      thi
      s

  1. millie aka oprah

    An alternative, if I may:

    no unnecessary journeys, they said,
    no wake, no time to waste
    and here I ache for closeness,
    the familiarity of an embrace –

    the cities belong to the ghosts now,
    echoes of a life longed for

    And yet –
    while I sit and nurse my fourteenth cup of tea
    a single thought occurs
    that perhaps in all this solitude I might find the cure for restlessness,
    this aching of my heart

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