THE CURSE OF TROTSKY
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THE CURSE OF TROTSKY
Two things I cursed are gone out of the world
DeValera's sealed green Catholic arcadia,
Small frail redout of revenant Gaels: epigones
Verse
COLLAGE FOR A BLEAK APRIL
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[The second part of this is
listed seperately as: "What Is To Be Done.]
COLLAGE FOR A BLEAK APRIL
I have spent the splendid years
That the Lord God gave to my youth
SYPHILIS
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SYPHILIS
(After reading Isaac Babel's story "Guy De Maupassant")
De Maupassaunt died at forty three
Crawling on hands and knees,
Eating his own shit,
His syphyllitic brain raddled, shrunk;
APOLOGIA
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APOLOGIA
Should I one day run into Trotsky,
I think I'd shake like a child:
How could I look him in the eye,
MALVOLIO
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OLD CENTRIST
Arabesques, he once turned in Cliff's rodeo,
Who now sits ad absurdom reductio!
See him fret, see him fume,
Watch him preen and presume:
KING OF ALL BEASTS
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KING OF ALL BEASTS
No other creature, none,
Can do what we can;
AUL' MILL STREET, ENNIS
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AUL' MILL STREET, ENNIS*
(Tommy Mahony's song)
The jetsam with the flotsam off the land,
Uprooted, displaced people, we make do
The best we can: "No stake in the country, you!"
ROOTS
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Cockney in voice, English by birth
And domicile, he hears, one apart,
The teacher's cool, cold dissertation,
Recalling Erin's Great Starvation
Matters of fact, no call to fret,
KARL MARX IN AUGUST (The Fall of Russian Stalinism)
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KARL MARX IN AUGUST
(To the tune of "Joe Hill")
I dreamt I saw Karl Marx last night,
I saw him standing there,
His hair jet black, no longer white,
Fierce eyes, with a bold young stare:
MARGARET BARRY
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MARGARET BARRY
A scrawny gaunt young tinker,
With thick black hair and too few teeth,
Street-singing through the fairs for pennies:
Bottom of Ireland's underneath.