We do it…

A writer or, at least a poet, is always being asked by people who should know better: “Whom do you write for ?” – W.H. Auden

          We do it

`        For that broken child,

Eyes still brimming reflected pain,

We do it

For all the mad ones

And for those who are caged and sane,

We do it

To unravel the nightmares

And the laughter that lullabies pain,

We do it

For all the first times

Words made our pulses beat,

We do it

For desperate drunkards

Trawling for love through the streets,

We do it

For the flotsam

Washed up on the shore,

We do it

For the clumsy

And the over chatty bore,

We do it

To leave a hand print

On the dark cave wall,

We do it

Because we’re high-wire dancers

Always about to fall…



Kevin McCann
Illustration Nick Victor



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