Evening sky’s pied tricolour like
An Irish flag hiked up for war
Moonrise illumes the pike-wielding ranks, who roar.
Osiris eyelid green where it seems
The sky could be reached
A chartreuse hand sharp throughout with thorns, nest-addled
Resting as a saddle does on one’s best horse
Palms gorse-pricked, hands settling upon shoulderous mountainrounds.
Like the shirt of murdered Caesar,
Tyrian purple and cherry pie..
Alchemisland 
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