Boom, Boom, Boom.

De reir a cheile a thogtar na caisleain

Morning birds
can't hear their chirps
just BOOM//BOOM//BOOM// 
Culchies and Bogtrotters
suit-up silently, socks pulled up
Hardman slam pints
pick up signs
red ink, misspelled words
can't hear the cars' gears change
just OOOooop--OOOOooop--OOOop--
Gardi gotsta gets goin'


Did the government dissolve yet?
No.


It takes indefinite strikes
to kill a cockroach.






"Ireland, sir, for good or evil, is like no other place under heaven; and no man can touch its sod or breathe its air without becoming better or worse. It produces two kinds of men in strange perfection: saints and traitors." John Bull's Other Island, Bernard Shaw