Alchemisland

Triumphal arches

Profit margins, archers, arches 

Forces marching, fortresses in dark fastnesses gothically styled

Vast courtyards flooded with ash after witch trials

Mustering, men from the marches

Mires and mashes enwaded, botched invasions

Marvel upon my oft-visited visage, cross Ctesiphon’s

Cast me in marble, capture me artist, Chthonic adonis

Memorial to me, the most cryptic dripped out Egyptian queen

Fiend out the Memphian East, I breed and leave sons to Lemnian women

Let breeze fill sail awaytaking, tokens of my affection left in the pregnant

Marmoreal made by a talented madman paid many talents

My coffers in balance, none of them coppers

I go in the back door of the Oireachtas brandishing a shotgun

Open the box and my docs crunch over the rose that falls out

I’m a secret shopper, shopping in secret shops deireadh seachtaine

I’m the soldier behind the rocks at Gallipoli

Wearing silk stockings, getting shot at

Wave to Hamo, brother famous fox hunting man, mam held a séance

My blazing leaves them like Herculaneum

Suffocating them who can blame them

Circulating flame and black smoke in gyring chains.