Crannog / No - Crannóg
Crannog / No - Crannóg
Crannog / No - Crannóg
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<strong>Crannóg</strong> <strong>No</strong> 7 winter 2004<br />
There are lots of implements on the wall. Scalpels and<br />
scissors and those kinds of things. It reminds me of the<br />
butcher’s back home in Dunteely.<br />
They use the scalpel to put me back together again. The<br />
doctor takes my hands out of the box and fits them to<br />
my arms. Then he adds on my shoulders. He goes on<br />
like this until he gets to the bits that look like Angel<br />
Delight. The pieces are pinkie and quivering and there<br />
are bits of grey all the way through them. I’m very<br />
anxious now. All shivery and sick. I hope they aren’t<br />
going to eat them or anything.<br />
“This is going to take a long time,” one of the doctors<br />
says. And everyone nods their heads.<br />
While they are fitting the angel delight together I think<br />
about this speech in Hamlet. I know about it because I<br />
was in the play last year. Hamlet said that despite being<br />
clever people were just made of dusty Angel Delight.<br />
When I am put back together again the boxes are<br />
tossed away. They put them in a rubbish bin under the<br />
trolley. And I am wheeled out into the bright light.<br />
The stars start talking to me. They want me to join<br />
them up in the sky. The doctors say my knee will take a<br />
long, long time to heal (there are no guarantees) and<br />
I’ve given my head a bang. It’s the bang to my head<br />
that’s making my words come out strange. They put me<br />
in a ward with ICU on it and tuck me up in bed.<br />
“In a few days,” the stars say, “you will come and join<br />
us.”<br />
“I want to go now,” I say<br />
“You can’t go now.”<br />
“Why?”<br />
“We have to wait for the Angel Delight to set,” the stars<br />
say.<br />
“Why is a box of Angel Delight so important?”<br />
“Use your brain.”<br />
“I am using my brain.”<br />
“Of course you can’t. <strong>No</strong>t yet,” the stars say.<br />
Which is when the rest of my family have little chats<br />
around my bed.<br />
“Mammy, why’s Arnie talking about Angel Delight?”<br />
“He’s sick darling.”<br />
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