Swan Hunter Cranes
(Demolition Friday June 4th, 11.00 a.m. 2010)
i.m. Marty Kerrigan
“I maintained the cranes for five years.”
He felt disjointed, ill-at-ease,
didn’t know why.
Dreams about climbing cranes,
wind hanging out his overalls, watering eyes,
stuck to the ice-cold climbing rail.
Left the dream early, sat in his kitchen,
watched the street empty as a grieving widower,
alone, derelict but no tears.
His wife found him with the TV on mute,
asleep in overalls he had not worn
for eternity. Pushed away his tears,
left him alone.
Tom Kelly © 2012