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Playing the Octopus

Mary O'Malley
Publisher
Carcanet Press
Price
£9.99
ISBN
9781784102807
Playing the Octopus
















EXTRACT COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL

The Rat

I am hunted, hated, feared. They
revile my children Set cats and
small dogs To torture me. I too
am born. I too live and do little
harm. I only eat what is left.
They hate me because I am the
late-night traffic In their sleeping
heads.

I am a child of the river And lake. Not
even the monk Gave me one good
deed. He let the otter rescue The holy
psalter for Ronan. I could have done
that.

They sent me out among the junkies
And rubbish sacks, into the gaol cells
I will be here when the seas rise
And cover their carcasses.
There will be ravens feasting
On the next hill. Hating. Still hating.

I wanted none of it, their curses Or
their rows, or their bloody gods.