after T-Rex and St. Paul
You showed me all the moves; how to be silent
and live inside the track.
I was a fool, a brash voice in a teeming hall.
I was a wise guy, but my wisdom
was bluster, a gong banging, a cymbal crashing
in a room where no one heard.
You took my hand, put your finger to my lips
so I was forced to listen,
but I only ever heard your plaintive voice; it sounded
different from the rest,
your melodies were sharper, your words spoke truth
about a life no longer mine.
Each song endures, becomes a totem, and meanwhile
I’m still thinking of you…
Brian Kirk has published two poetry collections with Salmon Poetry, After The Fall (2017) and Hare’s Breath (2023) and a short fiction chapbook It’s Not Me It’s You (Southword Editions, 2019). His novel Riverrun was chosen as a winner of the Irish Writers Centre Novel Fair 2022. His website: www.briankirkwriter.com.
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