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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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St. Stephen, no wren friend
Somewhere in Dublin a frigid forecourt in storm North King Street worming behind Four Courts Wet catchyourdeath chill alright, oldtown silhouette Later belching towers’ll smoulder there, giant cigarettes Nearby St. Stephen’s lazaret Outside which stabbed faction fighters are left after a decent Donnybrook Melee broke out, two villages a single scrimmage Such blood spillage a…
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Muirias of the Chewing
Dagda his restoring cauldron stored at Muirias Mounding with esculents, edible pleasants peak point Jointing out from horn’s mouth Wide as those taking pleasance thereround Shells bulbous jutting obstetric, preceding Partholon Striated persimmons like asymmetrical Parthenon Or jag’d scallop’d zig-zag asphodel meadow blends Lung-shaped berries beril-bellied, with date bent Effulging plumlike, alien growths homely on…
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Druid Cities Four
It is summer elsewhere, perhaps in Rometown London Which I am far from Further flung even from where I redoubt; house within a house ‘Haps without drab isle they glad sun, in Sumer Tired of this world’s crab guile, I recline sighing Sights of mind undying, pliant as desire wills Brushed as if by fingertips…
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