Frank Corcoran

Freely weeping now. The light of other days, of fifty years, each young biography a photographic mystery as the neutrinos ( timeless ? ) stream through that photographic image. Was that ME? They ? The cocked snoot sensing danger in that open book I was about to live and enact in my private ( public ? ) River Of Time, the slightly bent ( laboured? ) smile into the official camera. They all did. We all did. Now it´s only the biographical quickies sketching fifty years lived how? “Became an enthusiastic farmer until a bout of ill health caused me to cut back.” ” We were in Tír na n Óg with our eyes shut.” “In his latter years when home on holidays he smoked a pipe.” ” He is remembered for his laid back style, his gentle nature.” “Having enjoyed good health Thank God apart from having a bunch of stents inserted…. ” Yes, weep on,
handkerchieff, neutrinos.