By Simon Ó Conchúir
Oh if you’d only slice me open
Divine vivisection
Searching now with surgeon’s hand
For my source of life’s great tension.
Go ahead, rip into me
It’s too hard for me to care
I won’t resist as you gnash your teeth
And rip and pull and tear.
There's nothing more that I can give
This is as far as I can go
So go ahead and break me
And suck the marrow from my bones.
If it pleases you to bite my tongue
Then rip it from me whole
But listen as it lolls about
For my secrets yet untold.
What will you do in the end
Leave me out for hungry dogs
Or mount me like a scarecrow
To imitate the man I was?
Maybe you'll put me on the mantle
In a nicely gilded urn,
Or dump me out, I've no control
Over what you do with who you burn.