2.18.2007

sincerity, bitches

The Day That Dale Died

When I saw the wreck I knew he was gonna be ok.
We were still at the hospital (my first child's birth).
One of the very last times I weighed myself.

I never even cried when my momma, passing through from
acid rock to Hollywood, died in an H-60 crash:
no-one cared. But I quit following NASCAR the day Dale died.

The compass of this sport lost its 'True North
on April 2, 1996, the day Dale died from cancer.

Every day we were assailed by the screech and roar
of our fighter planes. You have a pride for your country
before a determination is made on your claim.

I just hope he brightened it up, doing what he loved,
doing more than anything, surrounded by loved ones,
children and even so many other men like him.

Last October, right before goblin-fish season,
Jimmy Dale died of a coronary.

6 comments:

Alex said...

"The compass of this sport lost its 'True North on April 2, 1996, the day Dale died from cancer"

my grandpa would beat your ass. he loved dale. oh jesus. i love the poem though, but it's just so mean. so fucking mean. NASCAR has a lot of followers Mike, although i doubt many of them can read.

Mike Young said...

I liked Dale too! I'm just not a big fan of sanctity.

Mike Young said...

Also: it's just complicated. It is sad to me, distinctly sad. I could draw that car from memory to a tee, and I can't even draw. Our birthdays are a day apart. And goddamn was I euphoric when he finally won Daytona in '98. You should have seen our living room that day.

But the whole thing is also enormously ridiculous and a little disgusting.

I am still not sure what to do with it.

John said...

Compassion has its own way of expression within each of us. I didn't interpret anything mean about the writing at all. I may not fully understand the intent, but I see the complexity of great loss while seeing too that perhaps many Dales die on a given day. Is there not a way to care for all of them? Are we so shallow that we can't understand that each of us feels loss in our own way, yet can understand, and write, of the loss of others with that same understanding? Good job Mike!

Alex said...

whack whack whack whack - boosh!

Mike Young said...

Thanks, John. ;)