Wilful in ways worrisome
like in the wilderness weaned,
he was born of the breeze
and bound from baby to be breathless
and when they caught him he said;
‘When I lay me down
let the ground make of me what it wants,
let the soil seek substance beneath my skin.’
Reckless in ruthless rebellion
like the river ravages routes,
too timid to be touched
and too tormented to be tamed
and when they chained him he said;
‘When I lay me down
let the sun make of me what it wants
let its rays find rest on my remains.’
But as they strung him up
he heard, in the distance, the feathers running restless,
and as they pulled the rope
he knew, in the mountains, the vultures were hovering
eager, at last, to make a meal out of what was a beast of a man.
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Photograph taken just outside of Galway in Ireland.
Audio version available on Soundcloud:
Damien B. Donnelly 
This is incredible Damien! Such power, and beauty here. ❤
Thank you Elizabeth. I think I’d spent all week listening to the soundtrack of Inside Llewyen Davis in work and it sank in deep. Best wishes Dami
Oh, exciting! Off to listen. Thanks. 🙂
This was tremendous before I heard the audio, that made it monumental. Amazing beast of a poem.
Thank you Anita. I’m so touched by your comments and really glad to took the time to drop by. Best wishes Damien
My pleasure.
I’ll come drop by your site too
Thank you.
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