A Little Drop of Moisture on a Packet of Rizlas & You Lose the Whole Fucking Lot

Ireland might not get through
to the world cup 2nd round
The pipe in the yard
may never stop dripping

The corn is blighted
the livestock is leperous;
this morning’s paper
crumbles like an Egyptian bandage.

What was the helicopter looking for
last night, stuttering above my house?

The clouds bloom black with rain.

Of course there is a point in angels.    Jesus.

 

 

 

 

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Niall Griffiths

 

 

 

 

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