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