NAVIGATOR

St Brendan

My boat went further

Nature not nurture

My navigator’s a sage

Signs of him from ancient days

A name brinewrit on waves.

St Kevin

Above the lough

Living in a cavern

Both irreverent

Age of terrible innocence

Ignorance about the age of terrible lizards

From her lips drip mispronounced dinosaur names, actually birds

Feeling no word for it

Hotter than fur wrapped, in glass trapped

Tapping shouting at passers

Licking the rusted rim of a tap.

Super Eyepatch Wolf

How many emo birds I pull

Pretending I like anime, talking bull

But when I lay them back, full Goku

Saluting troops when I roll through

Abusing hoops with my massive tool.

Alchemisland