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Fuck off, all Irish racists
These days there are no mates, No Monday to Friday happy days, Endless rates, endless rage Drained energy sluiced away Like so much rain. They make you waste it. Can you taste pain Once your tongue is bitter-trained? You’re shown who to blame: Not vacuous cunts with private planes, Not them with opulent displays, But…
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Desecrating Hector’s corpse
Bareback riding the mightiest piebald Once owned by Scythian tribes Scared inside, the rebel tribes Send him out. The devil is arrived, I am come to claim my prize. Beat Hector in a one on one trial Now I’m doing circuits of his city His severed head divested now of princely circlet His dragged and…
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On out, brief Achilles
From famous, graven faces, touch-faded The next generation’s wastrels turn away, At whose feet forefathers placed Into divine keeping intricately painted vases In which were heaped ashes from burnt black babies Achilles of the willing unreason, of the million friezes, The riddle of unmade steel, whose attention freezes, Who outshoots Artemis of Ephesus, Who, to…
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Viewing platform
From a distant ship’s drip wet foredeck Allies straddling still the winedark sea, awaiting clearance Watch deathbringer Achilles reduce to scree Properties inside which Troy’s unfamiliar Gods linger. In lines are masterless fighters: Vast cannibal tribes barely upright, Hoplites with hex-imbued pilums. Skull-chipping the dart-accurate stones of peltasts and casters The dead left behind Their…
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Many metal statue
The moon, thought the prayer Had never before been paler Stormwinds tug at mole-depth pegs and nails. The four dead. The war dead arranged carefully like maze passages Spray. Damaged flesh shines like a sun-wearing bay’s flank The blaze he commanded made now emplaced; Rankening the lanky, flagless standards of that land’s farmers. Horses raised…
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