DWW prose Tara Lovett

Tara Lovett

The Urge Maggot picked his nose and waited. The phone box was an igloo against the burnt umber mountains, the sea sweating spray onto the land, flat squares grazed by demented cows. The road from Kilmacreannan, was a grey mottled milliped creeping along the coast, yellow eyes blinking as cars moved along it.
"Use the yoke weanen, use the yoke "
Dillon, a neighbour, was outside haggard, his coat shite covered flapped excitedly, his bloodshot eyes rolled he dribbled now shouting wanting to get in and ring his uncle dead in virginia for twenty years, "Fuck off will ya ya crabbid ould bastard."
Maggot wasn't giving up the shrine telephone box, he had to wait for his da, Dillon stumbled on the driving rain smudging him out, the milliped blinked his ould lad was coming .
The car pulled up and maggot jumped in, it was pushed in gear and they drove for fanad head. They passed the school he was never going back there, he didn't need to he was waiting and he had plans. Around the head land, cattle bawling arses in the wind , their siren call , soaking the winds , he rolled down the window, put his head out he could smell them dung, mouldly silage, the land, he would take it, it was, "Come into fuck. "
He rolled the window up, better not to make his ould lad angry, though he wasn't afraid tonight, the devils were with him. The car stopped beside the momument to the fanad men, a grey erect dick in the darkness carved crazy shapes, words on it some where telling the story, he knew it, his grandfather whispered it to him once
"The fanad men went out in the dead of night, the sea chanted as they marched, the perriwinkes watched, the rocks waited to recieve the colour of his blood, the fanad men went out to lord letrim's house to take back the land, bogs and ditches, shit huts, and mountains, the fanad men went back to take back the land, the downing men stayed home, the churchill men stayed home, it was the fanad men that went, they split his head, his brain to feed the seabirds , off fanad head, they bludgeoned him and took back the land, the fanad men. " His grand father leaned over smiling and grabbed his ear "You'r a fanad man. "
His ould lad coughed and fumbled for a woodbine, his excitement growing, the rain stopped, the wind licked his match "Fucken bastard. "
The same, again the wind playing tricks, he had to have a woodbine before he started .He couldn't do it without the woodbine ,it was the same every time, Maggot leaned up against the car, throwing his head to the checkered sky, he would own it and the land below it, and the red silt at he center of the earth below that, and all in between
"Wha did ya tell yer wan "
"Nothin "
"Wha did ya tell her ya wee shite about where you were goin "
"Nothin "
"Don't fucken rise me "
His eyes were wild red revoultions in his head, the devils entering him
"Wha did ya fucken tell her "
"Gone to falgacarraig trainin"
"Tell me first time when I ask ya ya wee shite "

The ould lad sucked the life from the cigartette with his leech like lips, maggot waited to be hit, two minutes it would be smoked and he would be ready.
"Go on ahead ya wee fuck and I'll be up after ya "
Maggot knew the way, following the cattle pock marks in the dark, his ould lads eyes were bad he'd leave the engine and the lights on to guide him . Maggot reached the edge, and stared at the sea below, waves spitting foam over the rocks, birds chanting, lights, devils in the water, some said it was just weed dilsc and ate it, he knew, his grandfather had told him, it was the devils in the water, the weed their hair, lurking .
"come on to fuck "
He undid the belt, pulled trousers ,shirts skin, hard hands, squeezing, stained widefronts the smell of dry shite, hair
"Come on do me to fuck "
On the edge, the head urging, Maggot pushed hard inside him he groaned
"Come on harder to fuck "

devils in the water, maggot bit his lip and pushed, the devils roared, driving him on half hitched trousers, lost balance, food for the devils, a last groan, his ould lad spilled over the edge into the darkness, bone splintered on rock .

Maggot stood on the edge looking, he heard nothing, the motor was running, the perriwinkes whispered, the sea birds screamed, devils in the water laughed, his
father is dead, the farm is his, the land is his, he is a fanad man