Tag: 1916
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Hills we die on, hail to the freedom fighters
Floozy is our floating rock, thigh-shower Cold shower, grower not a shower Groves of bee-loud clover and smothering vanilla-headed heather Sacred hawthorne resplendent and thorned, adorned with whitefeather petals Every verdant blend abounds, as if one wore lenses of augmented ferns to lend extra green to what’s beheld. Hills we die on, Ireland our zion…
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World on the March
From the vantage of a top window I watch khaki ants vanish Factions action bound make passage Leaving in jolly batches, in patchwork and motley Returning in patch and blood-blotted bandage Hand in hand the gas damaged living in the land of Nod Distant action A sense of traction, of freefall Inked names suffer no…
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Elegy for Lower Orders
Yet elegies for lower orders orbis terrarum great appearing great when kneeling Suddenly grand rising, Easter morning the shelling ships Sackville Street sacking Strangling by redcoats, seething conscripts and worse the hating citizenry spat Constitutions grim the noble sacrificants. Votive selves, teachers poets oath takers Shot firers and by proxy letter burners, ran down ruined…
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