Ireland

 

O makebelieve Ireland

O Atlantean remnant

you will never be wholly free

while the Romano-British Empire still

holds sway you’ll always need an IRA

or Fenian Siblinghood of Hibernian

ci-devants & deviants O cradle

of poetic terrorism of cuprous & smarigdine

mist-glisten’d megaliths &

moss-browed Sweenys browsing on

cold watercress & nettle soup

porter & oysters – a Cro-Magnon dish –

we demand our right of return to the bardic bog

& a rain-ticket on our portion of the cosmic pig.

 

Hakim Bey

 


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