Mike Gallagher, A Christmas Present

A Christmas Present

All through December
I tried to save him
From himself,
From fluorescent bulbs,
From a snapping dog.
Finally, I gave him sanctuary
In my workshop,
Snug in a warm nook.

On Christmas morning, I found him
On my Stanley blade, dead
In all his tortoiseshell glory.
He had come back to say, Thanks
For all your wasted effort;
Since my right to die, you me deny
I decide to die by DIY.
I bequeath to you the wings
You covet. Happy Christmas.

Mike Gallagher, an Achill Island writer, has been published and translated worldwide. He won the Michael Hartnett Viva Voce award in 2010 and 2016, the Desmond O’Grady International award in 2012, and was shortlisted for the Hennessy award in 2011. His collection, Stick on Stone, was published by Revival Press.

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