I will arise and go now,
And go to a traffic island
On the N15
(Because it isn’t possible to cross the road anymore)
And a small cabin I will build there,
Of discarded cardboard made,
Buttercups and dandelions I will have there,
And some wasps,
And live alone amidst the traffic fumes.
– Seán Hickes
(Photographs by Barry McHugh)
