Poems by
Bernard Gilhooly
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Fixing lightning conductor

(Stoodley Pike)



On the church towers, factory chimneys

never a day like one

pinnacled on that great beacon,



when I simply let go, stood erect,

arms upstretched, indifferent;

regarding earth designed to kill me



drag down through bright air, resistless,

wrench shapeless on rock-fall,

fragment into perpetual dark.



Hour into day, day into year,

year to end; all ceased meaning

in that moment's exultant shout.



Today I look up astonished.

Was it I who aspired

to daredevil fire from heaven?









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