Something like the title of a poem
that rivals in itself the poem’s length, I want them
to keep going, take heart in their parity,
and draw forever. It’s unbearable, all this hope,
yet 30-something men must bear it
and play more. Sport makes extra time
in that event, in a crack at infinity.
there are Hail Marys, yes. And there are matrices
with fewer permutations, although it’s also simple:
at each whistle, start again, make more decisions.
It means you’re strong if you hold out
and hold your ground, but we don’t go
for hero-worship – a muttered Dhera, milk
would turn faster than Eoin O’Driscoll gets a laugh, since
at this stage of the game, that’s all you can do.
Today’s poem is from David Nash’s debut collection, No Man’s Land (Dedalus Press)
that rivals in itself the poem’s length, I want them
to keep going, take heart in their parity,
and draw forever. It’s unbearable, all this hope,
yet 30-something men must bear it
and play more. Sport makes extra time
in that event, in a crack at infinity.
there are Hail Marys, yes. And there are matrices
with fewer permutations, although it’s also simple:
at each whistle, start again, make more decisions.
It means you’re strong if you hold out
and hold your ground, but we don’t go
for hero-worship – a muttered Dhera, milk
would turn faster than Eoin O’Driscoll gets a laugh, since
at this stage of the game, that’s all you can do.
Today’s poem is from David Nash’s debut collection, No Man’s Land (Dedalus Press)
