A Hero for Our Time (by GB)

July 31, 2012

I hear tell of a man
Top marks at his local school
Progressed seamlessly to higher education
‘Swept the board’ at his first choice university
Travelled half way across the globe
No thought to his own safety
Western comforts be damned.

 

I hear tell of a man
Returned from the orient
Selflessly studied the dark arts
Of the ‘journaliste’
Only to return eastwards to sire a child
To raise in his own image
Far away from western decadence.

 

I hear tell of a man
A quiet hero
Unsung
Unbowed
A hero for our time

 

Now imagine
If you will
This man
Be-straddling stools in Tokyo Reggae bars
Snowboarding goggles shielding Irish eyes
Vanilla Ice t shirt be-strapping a gaelic heart
Chirp’sin up the cooing ingénues
With tales of times in
Chertsey Special Ops

 

Envisage
If you can
This man
In speedos
Referees whistle poised
Stridding poolside
Volunteer lifeguard
Full bloc factor 60
Bemused staff ushered down
From their unmerited vantage points

 

Picture
If you are able
This man
On chromed quad bike
Bare chested
Flip flopped
Bossing the shinjuku streets
Skullcandy headphones pulsing Sean Paul
Razzing the wrong way
Up one way streets
Car horns and policemans whistles
Moans of mere mortals

 

Close your eyes
Hold them tight
What do you see?
This man
Now bearded
Magnificent limbs splayed over sofa
Jimmy Whites 1992 crucible loss on dvd
Spooling endless sadness across the  flat screen
Empty Kirins scattered like vanquished foe
Bottles launched at the impudent wall
Exploding
Raining glass
And crisp golden lager
On the now huddled in-laws
Cowering in the corner of the front room.

 

Dare dear friends
Dare to dream
Of a man
Who will not compromise
Will not be muzzled
Cannot be contained
Barefooted
Heroically unwashed
In department meeting
Head held in hands at the drone
The oppressive drone of ‘neutrality, accuracy, objectivity, balance…’
Lifting his granite skull to crash down
On the thick glazed wood
THUD
THUD
THUD
Raising biro to slam down into taught sinew of forearm
STAB
STAB
STAB
Impassioned plea cracking like Celtic thunder
Stirring hearts
From conference room
To office
To foyer
To street
To sky
I FEEL! I FEEL! I FEEL!!!!!!
I BLEED! I BLEED!
DO. I. NOT. BLEED!!!!!!!

 

I hear tell of a man
A quiet hero
Unsung
Unbowed
A hero for our time.
GB
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