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Tuesday, 18 February 2025

G DEATH mEAL (REDRAFTED)

 


Ogham no escutcheon

refracted in a bough of drink 

cassock under dominion awaiting 

knight’s armour'd sac swooning 

sideline of red faces 

untouched a heart of moss 

lichen starch & mock Tudor coda

very little Celtic blood left over

in this appanage of carraigín 

urine inside the Rose. 

Planter & the Gael suppose

I am your heart-to-heart pricked on

like a Pinhead in the wasteland 

sent pall & spoiling back 

for a fight laying in wool milk for hours 

God & my Right cruciform 

on damp sand outside church gates 

commemorative not symbolic

more magnificence brought low, 

to yr murder before 

all blood passes under 

langued under ramrod to your peace 

lined home or rule rubble barricade

worthy of being held in its signal of kindling flame

or shot in the face? 


O bending verge God is my right 

to stick on a Lilly & blow a 10 foot 

hole in London Stock Exchange

Today the British Spirit Surges 

10-points in share prices

all painted bucklers plumy chests 

porpoise oil the trading floor traffic 

& environmental zone bolts 

the door inn powerhouse spoils 

the upper vest masonry raining

& glass on Iveco Ford Cargo 

to the table heavy with a song 

O the venerable pale memorial shape 

bent of natural need, 

hunger can be gelignite 

or in disgust & its opposite 

is reflected in the whole of history

surcoat of white silk mantle lined with red

thats yr appanage handful of little rock

to their coronet of pectins water stock 

spite handshakes a lumen scratched on off 

like in your chest imagine 

an ulcer of scarlet resisting

tomorrow breaks in via the garden fence.










Céileachair your House is on Fire, 

your clothes are burning Longphorts, raids 

Clonfin Ambush, Longford 

the arrival of the first Civic Guards, 

her father 19 men, 2 lorries, 

reinforcements 150 men

14 lorries later British Forces burned 

inside glass houses

checkpoints, patrols & house raids

Granny, behind the glassdoor 

the weight of her body 

mainly on fingers 

feet back to stand on tip-toes

one of the 'five techniques' 

sunk of breath a bough of drink 

in disguise Pink Angels Delight 

aquamarine dessert bowl

after skirts & kidney 

nothing is wasted no mulberry 

inside me from the bridge over Darkes Lane 

Grand Fern Pine empties glint 

Céileachair banned under Orbital 

ceiling faded grey gnomes 

‘Madame, you are not allowed 

in this Safeway, the next Safeway 

is in on Honeypot Lane,’ &

laugh & stumble away, 

pissed at Baptism Eucharist 

asymmetric warfare

The Hay Wain in a broken gilded frame, 

undernosed black tumulus

‘Lady, you're barred from Tesco.’ 

yet spider hatchery as spiderlings do, 

dispersing as far as the bookcase 

Dirty Mick PADDY O’ Bastard 

Why is your hair always grey?

& why do you wear bleach 

stained purple dresses?                     

Audi a4 Quattro Clutch Replacement 

is your new address 

closed gardens candytuft tiles 

in Yellow Lake Deep blown across fireplace 

a catchment area in a cul-de-sac 

Bairstoweves like ladybugs 

Mary Our Lady For Sale, 

her seven joys & her seven sorrows

& your children are gone

muttering? What is a mother? ing 

to move in silver hay, in Woolworths 

innocence is true & you knew 

Céileachair, your House is on Fire, 

your clothes are burning 

your bones are somewhere else  

near Elstree Studios, 

Clockwork Orange Durango 95’ 

Munden House to School Lane, the 

Police Landrover ‘Trough Beating’ scene

would remind you that 

you can’t draw out a Leviathan 

with a hook in the Name of the Father, 

nunnery rebuke all the way down 

the banisters gastric contents 

intraluminal My Lady Paddy O’ Bastard

Céileachair your House is on Fire, 

your clothes are burning