Poetry

Today's poem is called Our Day Will Come. Those of you who have followed m y work for a while might recognise the story, as I've written about this particular event before. 

Hope you like it!

Full poem in cast below for those who just want to read it.  I'm still on Zora while I work out a transition to a new platform.

Today's poem is called Our Day Will Come. Those of you who have followed m y work for a while might recognise the story, as I've written about this particular event before. 

Hope you like it!

Full poem in cast below for those who just want to read it.  I'm still on Zora while I work out a transition to a new platform. 

https://zora.co/coin/base:0x878b531f9407939ead7d89ea86c0e6439aa26929

There is nothing more powerful in this world than words.

We joked he was wearing lead boots
Because he weighed a fucking tonne
And it took four of us to carry him
Even though he was emaciated
At twenty two
The kid who carved
Our day will come 
Into his science desk
And drank pints of Guinness like Alex Higgins
And fought 
Proud to be a plastic paddy
Right up until the end
Head cut open three times to dig around inside 
But never able to fix it. 
He figured his name would only ever be written in water
But now, and forever more, it's written in stone.