Gaelic chieftains called to war

Praying away the sun

Wearing no plate

Neither glistening nor glimmering

Shriving before all-knowing Dagda

Lorefather seated at Síd in Broga.


Highest casement descried

Ancient hyperbole starchasing

Charting firmaments blaze-gazed

Bending royal Boyne thereby parades

Men from lost continents

Atlantean fashion and knowledge

Heart center in our missing province

High kings crowned

Stone screaming sent up

Steel shivering with summoned fire

Shimmering in flaxen chieftain’s hand

Long simmering, long suffering.


Long-haired dale men reared

On fox milk and stonesucking

Stoop from steeds kneeling by rockeries

Alive with mockeries of wild garlic

Healing herb stocks, to pluck Michaelmas Daisies 


To war to war to war

Tomorrow no thing to adore

Whore who pries eye’s diamond from today

Daycent portion of muscle-contorting mushrooms,

Foreshortening flesh, cleaving distance

Dissolving density, messing with measure and propensity

Delinearizing agent ameliorating

Mycoidal alchemy highlighting destiny’s imminence

Enabling men to whip quickly, ripping from rigid armatures

Becoming creatures of pure havoc and harm, ten or one armed

Flexile chimerism born of root and charm, word and leaf.


Throat-clappered bells

World’s truss replays tenfold

Sky backpeeling to announce victories fated

Naming today’s ever-changing favours.

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