Blood Meridian

I know these things today.
They take years to heal,
to unravel.

Most afflictions,
are a ticking clock.

As a child,
in the beginning,
he was my hero.

He could make me laugh,
to a dizziness,
with a silly face.

And then wonder,
at the grace,
of racehorses,
and George Best.

When I was a young man.
I despised him,
like Thatcher.

He hurt us all,
with words,
discouragement,
then power.

But in these hours,
I need to love him again.

So we can talk,
of Cormac McCarthy,
Wayne Rooney.
The fear of dying.

The remains of the day,
are not for wasting son.