Man Whose Middle Name Is Against
When his conviction for cruelty
to two canaries
got quashed on a technicality,
he found Jesus in a cheap B&B
outside Tuam and married
a girl with an excellent set
On bath night, as the scrubbing brush
worked its magic into every
crevice, she told him he smelt
like a Summer breeze without
the hint of cow shit.
The morning of his forty fourth
birthday, she got lockjaw
at the most sensitive point in proceedings.
After which, he sold Rosary beads
door to door in the more swish parts
On bucketing afternoons he grew preoccupied
with writing letters against sodomy.
So taken with life, he wished to inflict it
on every sperm that ever died on a tissue
or made its way to a necessary end in a white
treatment room outside Liverpool.
His face tragic as Ted Hughes
opening his latest gas bill,
he plods Main Street with a huge
colour photograph of a mutilated
baby, which to glancing motorists looks
like an advertisement
for a full Irish breakfast.