I robbed a bulb of garlic from Tesco
I robbed a bulb of garlic from Tesco
Today
To remember what it feels like to steal something
To take something
Not freely given.
Cause it used to feel like a small act of rebellion
Against the corporations
But no
It didn’t feel like that anymore.
And if caught could I have used that explanation
We were taught in school, in religion
Class?
No
Even the hungriest person on Earth, the last
Hungry man on Earth
Would probably not eat
A full
Uncooked
Bulb of garlic.
So how did it feel then
To steal something
To take something
Not
Freely
Given?
(Well from them, from Tesco)
It felt
Neither good
Nor bad
Made me neither happy
Nor sad
Though I was glad
I saved some time
Not having to weigh it.
* Daniel Hickey is from Ireland's Atlantic coast but lives in Dublin, where he sometimes does freelance journalism, sometimes signs on the dole (dines on the soul?) and tries discipline himself into using such free time for writing. He once had his own column in a regional newspaper but was politely asked to leave because of his strange ideas. He has also been published in the Mayo Anthology of Poetry.
