Better than Bukowski

Legacy

Poems lie gentle and loving,
Lie savage and broken,
From Malahide to O'Connell Street,
Scattered on park benches and pavements,
On buses and trains,
On crests of waves and on the tops of trees,
In fair weather and foul.

They lie in pools of dappled sunlight,
And frozen beside the homeless,
Waiting to be discovered
By all who look.

For Pat Ingoldsby

 

Fathercrow 2025