In ár gCroíthe go deo

[Poem]

“My flippers cripple me,

I crawl like an insect down the ladder

and there is no one

to tell me when the ocean

will begin.”

—Adrienne Rich

“Avatars of tribulation under gray days Gone back—looped

Abattoir as solace, gashed agape—destitute

Blue, bubbling feverish solace worn integument all teeth

No gums prying thew bones immaculate turned gelatinous ossein

Famished, pauperized in spirit—sterilized of pathos

No nose mouth covered no air to breath bronze coins in the children’s holed pockets”

“Incarnations of hardship my demons don’t hide in shadows

Broad daylight sitting back on the grooves of my skull.

Where the purple Gnome dwelled throwing bronze coins in the children’s holed pockets.

Teal-blue, flat, indifferent sea mass sheeting in frozen layers before my eyes

I will lay suspended in stasis carcasses stacked high above”

This, I read, rolled my eyes, and said: What the fuck, wack, lol.

As I put bronze coins in the children’s holed pockets.

\Clear your vision; just woke up? Hook four fingers, two and two/

\Each inside of your sockets/

\peel back clean the skull down to your heels/ 

\\tongue viper sway clear//

\\\Now go again, take the bronze coins felled from the children’s holed pockets.///

Despondent in their abandon of satiety, claret rivers stampede thin veins watered 

down in forget.

Abattoir as solace, gashed agape

Teal-blue, flat, indifferent,
thew bones immaculate turned gelatinous ossein


Incarnations of Solitude, canticles written with ribs for pens soaked in bile juice 

for ink, served to the masses throwing bronze coins for the children's holed pockets.

Jaws agape red wide no words split back in half knees forward say: don’t help

Throats clogged no hair skin peeled down elbows blown: struggle

Red wide throats clogged despondent in their abandon

jaws agape at the Abattoir of solace

stare at the corpse of these words

suspended above the empty well

Reach in your morsel, chuckle,

then say:

Here, put this bronze coins inside the children’s holed pockets.

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