Notice Given

A poem about

the beginning

Of the end.

For some?

Notice Given

The Y-Detector Vans

Were out last night

Checking for spectacles.

Drag Hunting

Some redundant

Feature

Out on a limb

Whose time was up

Hugging the curves.

Stretching

The best of them

Fit for anything

When the x-rays

Picked him up

Running on empty.

All over them he was

Genes in tatters

Privates biting

The hand that fed them.

A close shave

And a pair of high heels

And he could have made it

But they had him

In the end.

Photograph: The railway station at

Gormanston Co.Meath

Summer 2007.