john mackenna
At the gate
of the hanged boy’s house
There was
nothing else that they could do
without
intruding
and they
wanted – more than that, they needed – to do something.
They had
known the boy,
not as well
as they knew his father
but known
him nonetheless,
in the way
men in their forties
grudgingly
know teenage boys.
So one of
them rolled out a floodlight from his shed
and checked
the generator and checked the cables
and waited
for the others to arrive.
One brought
yellow jackets –
gaudy,
reflective skins of waterproof –
and they
manhandled generator and lights into a field at the end of the long drive,
inside the
gate of the hanged boy’s house,
and set
themselves to traffic management.
All night
the mourners came,
all night
these men stood in the freezing rain,
directing
cars into functioning ranks, making this one thing easier,
this one thing they could do.
And all night the generator hummed
and the traffic came and went
drowning the silence
that had
drowned the house that day.
John MacKenna is the author
of sixteen books - novels, short-stories; poetry; memoir and
biography. His books have won the Irish Times Award; Hennessy Award and C Day
Lewis Awards. He lives in Ireland.