Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Feeding Time

by Seán Ó Murchadha

A row of Guinness-grizzled faces.
Their backgathered thoughts slipped silently away
In seasick waves washed out
To come ashore in other times and other places.
In prized respite of slouch and stench,
They man their post and fire
Shots of salvation at life’s tyrannies.
They heave and fight
And talk nonsense
And stagger back to home HQ.
Their battle lost, their brief respite
From life is past and doubly paid
In pain next day but all forgot
When feeding time comes round again.

Added: 20.03.2011