Tag: war
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Blitz Blitz Blitz
Steel screaming reaping reavers like terrifying pteradactyls Spear’s tip, provisions at the rear fortifying each taken inch, sight unreal Bends yet at British steel; years more we can take! say they, no mayday No surrender, go hell for leather, rusted squares on metal stretchers Long stretches of blasted city All scree, choking debris, cleft masonry…
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Inner City Oldtime
Our own tongue throat stranger And failing to nourish will or may perish We pause, wishing to answer betters in Irish Cannot know a lost language Vanishes, we answer in English Less than swill of which our Liffey consists. What is Irishness What is native wit? Slack jaws guffawing Slenting houses built from haunted bricks…