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Drunks and Other Poems of Recovery - Jack McCarthy
Afterword
DRUNKS
We died of pneumonia in furnished rooms
where they found us three days later
when somebody complained about the smell
we died against bridge abutments
and nobody knew if it was suicide
and we probably didn’t know ourselves
except in the sense that it was
always suicide
we died in hospitals
our stomachs huge, distended
and there was nothing they could do
we died in cells
never knowing whether we were guilty or not
We went to priests
they gave us pledges
they told us to pray
they told us to go and sin no more, but go
we tried and we died
We died of overdoses
we died in bed (but usually not the Big Bed)
we died in straitjackets
in the DTs seeing God knows what
creeping skittering slithering
shuffling things
And you know what the worst thing was?
The worst thing was that
nobody ever believed how hard we tried
We went to doctors and they gave us stuff to take
that would make us sick when we drank
on the principle of so crazy, it just might work, I guess
or maybe they just sent us places like Dropkick Murphy’s
and when we got out we were hooked on paraldehyde
or maybe we lied to the doctors
and they told us don’t drink so much
just drink like me
and we tried
and we died
We drowned in our own vomit
or choked on it
our broken jaws wired shut
we died playing Russian roulette
and everybody thought we’d lost
we died under the hoofs of horses
under the wheels of vehicles
under the knives and boot-heels of our brother drunks
we died in shame
And you know what was even worse?
was that we couldn’t believe it ourselves
that we had tried
and we died believing that
we didn’t know what it meant to try
When we were desperate or hopeful
or deluded or embattled enough to go for help
we went to people with letters after their names
and prayed that they might have read the right books
that had the right words in them
never suspecting the terrifying truth
that the right words, as simple as they were
had not been written yet
We died falling off girders on high buildings
because of course ironworkers drink
of course they do
we died with a shotgun in our mouth
or jumping off a bridge
and everybody knew it was suicide
we died under the Southeast Expressway
with our hands tied behind us
and a bullet in the back of our head
because this time the people that we disappointed
were the wrong people
we died in convulsions, or of insult to the brain
incontinent, and in disgrace, abandoned
if we were women, we died degraded
because women have so much more to live up to
we tried and we died and nobody cried
And the very worst thing
was that for every one of us that died
there were another hundred of us, or another thousand
who wished that we would die
who went to sleep praying we would not have to wake up
because what we were enduring was intolerable
and we knew in our hearts
it wasn’t ever gonna change
One day in a hospital room in New York City
one of us had what the books call
a transforming spiritual experience
and he said to himself
I’ve got it
(no you haven’t, you’ve only got part of it)
and I have to share it
(now you’ve ALMOST got it)
And he kept trying to give it away
but we couldn’t hear it
the transmission line wasn’t open yet
we tried to hear it
we tried and we died
We died of one last cigarette
the comfort of its glowing in the dark
we passed out and the bed caught fire
they said we suffocated before our body burned
they said we never felt a thing
that was the best way maybe that we died
except sometimes we took our family with us
And the man in New York was so sure he had it
he tried to love us into sobriety
but that didn’t work either, love confuses drunks
still he tried and still we died
one after another we got his hopes up
and we broke his heart
because that’s what we do
And the very worst thing of all was that every time
we thought we knew what the worst thing was
something happened that was even worse
Until a day came in a hotel lobby
and it wasn’t in Rome, or Jerusalem, or Mecca
or even Dublin, or South Boston
it was in Akron, Ohio, for Christ’s sake
A day came when the man said I have to find a drunk
because I need him as much as he needs me
(NOW
you’ve got it)
And the transmission line
after all those years
was open
the transmission line was open
And now we don’t go to priests and doctors
and people with letters after their names
we come to people who have been there
we come to each other
and we try
and we don’t have to die.
Footnotes to Drunks
1. The Big Bed
When I was getting sober in Boston in the early 60s, the old-timers talked about the progression of recovery this way: first you get your teeth back, then you get a job, then eventually you get back in the Big Bed: i.e. the good graces of your wife.
2. The DTs
From Wikipedia: Delirium tremens (Latin for ‘shaking frenzy’), also referred to ‘the horrors’, ‘The Irish Jig’ or ‘the shakes.’) is an acute episode of delirium that is usually caused by withdrawal from alcohol, first described in 1813.
3. Dropkick Murphy’s
A lot of people must wonder about this reference. Following is the most authoritative explanation I’ve been able to find. It’s from the website of the rock group, the Dropkick Murphys, in answer to a question about the group’s name.
John ‘Dropkick’ Murphy was a football player, a wrestler, and a boxer. He opened up his home as a primitive sort of detox clinic later on in life, and it became the stuff of local legend. You see, his methods were pretty nasty, such as literally tying a ‘patient’ to their bed and injecting them with horse tranquilizers to help them through the delirium tremens. You’d find anybody from skid row bums to politicians in that joint, so it definitely had a bit of magic about it. The name just seemed to fit.
The primitive
clinic was just outside of Boston. People told stories about it at meetings. I never heard about horse tranquilizers, but my understanding was that the patients would line up once or twice a day for shots of paraldehyde, a mixture of alcohol and ether. I remember at least one guy who said that when he got out,