Sunday, December 20, 2020

Estadio Vicente Calderon : Final Photograph by John Doyle

Atletico Madrid 3 Osasuna 0
13th November 2010
 
It was (recalling Patrick Jones)
- an everlasting -
 
skies forgetting  that white
morphs into blue,
 
traffic's drift like swarming tufts of goldfish,
beneath us, almost - the cracks of brutal
 
yet tender concrete, the man who handed me a souvenir
nine years before - gratis; I set him free too, his face
 
like an envelope burning;
the mascot was eight years old, 
 
though things change in time -
they really don’t, 
 
a grandstand 
made dizzy by bumblebees 
 
disguised by automobiles,
standing there like my grandfather 
 
all alone in the hospital corridor;
Dutch girls visit student nurse friends
 
next door -
Dutch girls who left us 
 
at the Vicente Calderon,
alone in a hotel corridor.
 
Death has an easy job, 
but must get real lonely
 
killing the beauty we find, even in concrete, 
even in death itself







John Doyle became a Mod again in the summer of 2017 to fight off his impending mid-life crisis; whether this has been a success remains to be seen. He has has two collections published to date, A Stirring at Dusk in 2017, and Songs for Boys Called Wendell Gomez in 2018, both on PSKI's Porch.

He is based in Maynooth, County Kildare, Ireland. All he asks is that you leave your guns at the door and tie up your horses before your enter.



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