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The Bog RoadJohn Hughes
Vol. 14 No. 7 · 9 April 1992

The Bog Road

John Hughes

138 words

Driving through the September rain
the taxi driver didn’t say a word
until a goat ran across the road.

He came to a sudden stop,
banged his fist on the windscreen,
and intimated we were close to the spot
where, sometime in the 1700s,
a Fitzgerald had tied his father to a bear.

Then we watched a forest
march from east to west.

We stayed there until it was time
for him to talk to me again.

As we approached eighty miles an hour
he described how at dead of night
his second wife would drive forty miles
to defecate on his first wife’s grave –
how he and a Doctor Birnam had her committed.

The taxi left the road at the usual place
and crashed into an oak
which had come forty miles to kill us.

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