Your House is on Fire
Longphorts, raids
hear Granny talk about Clonfin Ambush
the arrival of the first Civic Guards, her father
19 men 2 lorries, reinforcements-150 men
14 lorries arrive later British Forces burned
inside glass houses taciturn tomatoes
blossoming endrot, ‘do you water apple trees?’
when the fruits start to swell
‘Madame, you are not allowed in this Safeway,
the next Safeway is in on Honeypot Lane,’ and
would laugh and walk away, take a train take a bus
skyless agenda under cloudless winter
jackets, the Baptism, Confirmation, the Eucharist
asymmetric warfare The Hay Wain in a broken
gilded frame, but Catholic hostility to the British
‘Lady, barred from Tesco.’ spider hatchery
as spiderlings do, in this case dispersing as far
as the bookcase to house raids, checkpoints, patrols
150ml Coca-Cola cans stacked in blockades
Granny, behind the glassdoor
the weight of the body mainly on the fingers
feet back, causing them to stand on their toes
one of the 'five techniques'
Mick PADDY O Green Bastard-why is your hair grey.
Leave the Strand and Piccadilly
Or you'll be to blame, like rabbits O
n glas, Éire when will you come back?
its garden parlour
running away just to be caught again
or truancy: “Once I ran to you,
now I’ll run from you”,
rose gardens behind closed door
you would play Cliff Richards
on lawnchairs and laugh at thin-armed
dedicated Englishman, your continuous
hissing noise as an Audi a4 Quattro
Clutch Replacement
your new address is 23 Roberts Close,
EN6 2DH you now own a maroon coloured fireplace
where Greco-Roman would take place,
you now own the immediate front room
the garden candytuft tiles
in yellow lake deep and
meaningfully continue
you now own a history, etc. Missing in Care
a conservatory in a catchment area
a cul-de-sac of search and destroys
behind bins the HM Land Registry.
I will come back for 150 ml of Coca-Cola
and laying on
the damp grey red dogtooth carpet tiles
that you now own own
drive chain freed
so mighty that the human sphere is
threatened to be devoured
to be eaten within its own domicile
the pine tree since cutdown
replaced with Bairstoweves For Sale
like ladybugs Mary Our Lady
her seven joys and her seven sorrows
fly away home
your house is on fire
and your children are gone.
Lilly casper, friendly ghosted
ask what is a mother? ing
instantly move or quickly die
in silver hay, in Woolworths
creeping under the warming pan
elf-eared and unforgotten.
your house is on fire
your bones are somewhere else
near a carpark where Who Wants to
Be a Millionaire? would stretch in
banal panoramic vista
Elstree Studios,
Clockwork Oranges
Durango 95 coming down the lane
stopping outside HOME
was in Brickettt Wood
running from the Munden
House to School Lane, was the
Police Landrover/ ‘Trough Beating’ scene
would remind you of suffering
of the particular intensity
and cruelty implied by the word torture
in the Name of the Father,
Gardaí the guard your father
the one who pushed you out of home
told you to go to a nunnery.
Made with kid, sometimes mutton
to our chests suffering of that particular
intensity and cruelty
by the word. Mutter
ing, mother all the way down the banisters.
here lies the conscious choosing
marks the watershed between
the non-violent way of being
‘repeat the mantra’
to not die in your own sons
vacant bedroom, whilst your estranged
English husband feins
unreasonable doubt like not a crack
in the door to amount to a tendered
care for years of
ing, muttered inside itself for what of
now petaling into jagged metal stripes
Our Lady Mick Paddy Bastard Dead
with an exploded gullet
of sicked
up grief, held constricted around
washing lines. February 17th
lay around to die further still
a muscular tube amounted to a practice of inhuman
and degrading treatment,
as it might in a city I carry
constructive ambiguity
like a Good Friday agreement
the Iveco Ford Cargo,
from Langley Marish in England
to a table the 'five techniques'
will not in any circumstances
be reintroduced as an aid to interrogation.
They said
you likely suffered or struggled,
a sudden increase in intraluminal pressures,
due to violent vomiting or retching
tears in emergency delayed treatment was
an Englishman downstairs
listening to you likely dying.
Art Forms
in Nature, lithographic prints.
Descriptions of the property are subjective
and are used in good faith
as an opinion and NOT as a statement of fact.
Become very cunning under this moonlight
in the romantic walled garden,
its mahogany bannister original dado
paneling telling me
in emergency delayed treatment was
just died, she simply just died
15, 19, 23 bottles everyone does it
in a cupboard made of twine
at least in the dignity of her own
like morning
papered over to a sunglow of outside
‘in the dignity’ of your house on fire.
