Regular commenter and poet, “sf ca writer” has penned an original work for which the has given permission to reproduce on here; it might come as a welcome counterpoint to the economic depression and its effect on society as we face into a new year.
The Brick
I found a brick
in a field near my home
on a truck
with no wheels, the kid who stole them
long gone
in Australia, his mom
sad at them gone, her son, his dad, both in one year.
So I took the brick to my garden
my interest-only, underwater, negative equity garden
where it floated like an island on torrents of my despair.
The beating rain
rain that washes away
leaving only clean and forgotten
washing my brick in my garden.
Rolling to a stream where once was a monk
kneeling and praying in chains
and the pain and Irish rain
taking away what is sane
what is right what is fair what is normal.
In my artic-proof raingear,
I survey my brick
on it I place a flag
with my name and my face
my country of defiance
come get me NAMA, tax man, Department of Finance.
Step into my garden…. I dare you.
NAMA Wine Lake 
@sf ca writer, Great poem. It reflects the bleak dismay we are undergoing. We could do with the defiance. But we are – and with singular exceptions, always have been – a subjugated people. We are readying ourselves to pay another €1.25 billion or so for a private unsecured debt – courtesy of Brian Cowen, the worst leader since we became a Free State – and not a whimper from our politicians.
There should be a referendum (as in Iceland) and let the people speak. Our descendants will still be paying for this madness in 180 years time.
I’ve been back to this poem several times today. Love it! You might be interested in my poem “These Days” on my blog, posted 1Sept 2011.
Thanks.
Please have a look at some other poems on the subject of the Irish economy, on a blog which will be updated regularly.
http://sfcawriter.wordpress.com/
This blog is getting stranger and stranger…we done sf ca writer,enjoyed it.
@WSTT was there not a recent election,short of banging the podium with his shoe, Noonan could not have been more empathic regarding burning bondholders.