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Losing O at Ellis
Communities gated keep away vacant-eyed, ag féachaint Fechin portrait handsome, mansome but skeletal Prancing at barnhall dances, priests glancing sideye sidelines Lancing early anything termed handsy A segregated society’s most denigrated, at home In squalor The capable emigrated ages ago, far o’er foam Losing fadas at Ellis.
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Tenement Child
No minging SIPTU yet Buildings in situ since age knows who Cén aois thú? Since poulaine boots sought thingmote justice, since ringforts. Cornmarket in view, take left to but never take a Liberty Homeless wretch jellied gums in climes gelid stitchless atishoos Cold knotting around filth-berotted neck a firmly noose Got pox in Monto knocking…
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The Settling of Ogygia
Tide’s navel stirred as Hera’s rage at Zeus’ infidelity Thirty days pacing decks scarce enduring four abreast Until palm’d nest God’s lambent dove alights, wave-breasting Halcyon Effulgent battalions engaging a cloud Actium, trining lightning cracking Like bones ensconced in the fierce wrestling holds of Kleostratos Cackling sisters of world-weighted Atlas, themselves ballasted Lashed to sails…
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Digging
World a stage, fool fool fury hurry Already harpies alight your pomes Setting alight poems too many secrets holding Digging a grave to hold thee Who heard me o’erfreely speaking today As a pulpitted deacon pulverising pagan Egypt with plagues of a Sunday Mysteries many yet to solve but this one I sever, resolving by…
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Looting
History circuitous, repetitious For the Irish, rarely surreptitious As rights rise like tides of changing ages Venice’s cancer’s final stage From sacred hollows mystical weapons are pried Durandal pulled from stone and stolen, like Scone’s stone How long until Thule and Horbiger’s icebox are taught in schools? Of the lance of Longinus, spearing Eden’s seed…
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