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.
.
Niall Griffiths
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