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Pat Boran


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Talk-box,  squawk-box . . . The other day
I found an antique wireless
in a local jumble sale,

the lacquer scared, the dial stiff
and grating, the entrails scarcely contained
by the duct tape plastered across the back.

But could it work? I turned a knob:
a valve glowed orange, a whooshing noise
conjured the void, then a male voice spoke

clear and authoritative, not the words
I'd half-expected (". . . consequently
this country is at war . . . ")
but instead

"Ireland returns to world markets,
Taoiseach rules out default on bonds,
Health service closures cripple nation."

I turned it off, and tried a helmet on

From The Next Life (The Dedalus Press, 2012).
Used with the author’s permission.
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Pat Boran is a poet, author of fiction and nonfiction, publisher, and radio broadcaster. Born in Portlaoise, Ireland in 1963, he currently lives in Dublin where he works as an editor and broadcaster. His most recent book is Waveforms: Bull Island Haiku. Learn more about him at www.patboran.com.

 

 

 


Post New Comment:
erinsnana:
your poem reminds me of the time I looked through my late grandfather's WWI binoculars. I really expected to see what he had seen...ah, the imagination of a child!
Posted 11/05/2012 09:14 AM
Katrina:
Arise Sir Boran!
Posted 11/04/2012 10:44 AM
Wilda Morris:
Great ending! I like this poem a lot!
Posted 11/04/2012 05:48 AM


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