It’s a fucking racket.

This life.

This extraction of self.

This whip.

This lash.

This excoriation.

This garotte.

Putting yourself on the rack.

What truth to extract?

Relentless interrogation.






A skin full of knuckles and rocks,

and breaking, crushing things.







That part of you that tunnels through yourself.

That rips a hole in you.

That enters through the shoulders,

and exits through the chest.

A raw cavity left exposed.

Torn flesh.

Shattered bone.

Wind blows through you like an old stone wall.

Or a fallen city.

Or a dead wood.

Or a concrete tundra.

And then you wonder

why you crave the dark?

Then you wonder

why you want an end?

Then you wonder

all about when, not if.







Snarling, snapping, biting.

Foot on your neck.

Jaws on your throat.

Teeth in your veins.

You want to walk away from this?

Pay up, motherfucker.






  One thought on “Protection

  1. eoghan mullan
    March 28, 2019 at 9:28 am

    A sharp poem. Good to get it out though the anger, the pain.

    I’ll send you a blessing, take it what ever way you want.

    On other matters:

    Hugh & Bea had another baby girl last Sunday I think. I’ve been busy working though. (kinda a bit crazy busy)

    Got a swim this evening. Beside me was a man hunched over head in his hands completely isolated from all around. I was going to say ‘ are you not getting in’ but left him in his moments was a bit worried he might be suicidal. he remained like that for 20 mins I was there but then he looked up (he looked tired) spent a minute or 2 getting ready & stood up & went off. He looked as if he’d been sleeping. I felt like he was ok.

    any how, keep the faith

    love Eoghan

    • March 28, 2019 at 5:38 pm

      Thanks buddy, I appreciate the thought, and the blessing.
      The water must be pretty cold there at the moment. Still warm here and hoping to catch Josh for a swim soon.
      Congrats to H and B. Another girl – wow.
      The faith will be kept.😜

  2. Gemma Barry - Dubray Books
    March 28, 2019 at 10:33 pm

    Strong stuff Dara, well done.

    • March 29, 2019 at 7:47 am

      Thanks Gem, hope you’re keeping well. 😊

  3. Jerry McFak
    March 29, 2019 at 8:44 pm

    You’re gonna make me start liking poetry. Nice!
    Looks like we’ll be in Melbourne mid-April. Will be in touch

    • March 29, 2019 at 9:35 pm

      Is that an official name change? I love it!
      It will be excellent to see you. I’ll roast a heron in your honour…

  4. Sean Devitt
    April 3, 2019 at 10:22 pm

    Great stuff Dara,a man after my own heart,x

    • April 6, 2019 at 10:25 am

      Thanks Sean, always good to know you’re reading. Hope you had a lovely birthday. x

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