Alchemisland

Yet elegies for lower orders orbis terrarum great appearing great when kneeling

Suddenly grand rising, Easter morning the shelling ships Sackville Street sacking

Strangling by redcoats, seething conscripts and worse the hating citizenry spat

Constitutions grim the noble sacrificants. Votive selves, teachers poets oath takers

Shot firers and by proxy letter burners, ran down ruined Henry Street maze of smoulders

Amazed at ruination shoulder a British soldier Hey You’d but bolted Bolton Street barracks massing

Cold as ice box near Massey’s dark as Hellfire deeds, daylight assassins on gearless bicycles

Now streets where mutants peddle gear and syringes not for steroid cycling 

James Joyce statue’s feet congregation site for junk addicted, society evicted

Them; gays now and foreigns too and good it is, all unto the joy of all things,

Yet for them reserved some last allowance of permissible hatred.

Scapegoats for to forge fellowship, binds of baleful strength which love aspires to;

Always society retains a despised they, to be pogromed come plague and strife

A spire rises to the current despised.