Horn
Horn
I look at Bernie McGann’s saxophone
left on the stand in the break between sets
inert and unresolved like a question-mark
uncoupled from a very important question
and tumbled on its back all bumps and
corrugations like its owner’s face and the same
ginger-snap colour with the sheen rubbed off
the bell gaping like a death-mask the greenish
tinge of a long wasting disease stealing
over its lips waiting like an old dog tied up
outside a pub for its master to shuffle out
and take it for a final lollop in the park
put it through its larrikin paces and old tricks.
John Carey
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5 mins
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2 mins