"Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home. History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.” James Joyce, Ulysses

 

Paralysis:

All that we expected

Undone.

Marriages crumble

Families disperse

All epics and rhapsodies

Gone.

The hour of our birth

The hour of our death.

Icicles, stalagmites and stalactites,

Preserve us.

The bog poets....

Everyone laughed

When the killing stopped,

They were suffocated

By the spreading congestion,

Exhausted

By the contagion of people -

Kills all the other animals - 

Animals with soft eyes -

And beautiful souls - 

With the wildness of no disguise.

Love and life separated the wild from the detritus of

Homo Sapiens:

The killer species.

Let humanity roll in its own dung

Let us keep them chronically on show

In Dublin – second city of the empire –

On the 16^th of June 1904

When  the numbers of the fuckers were a tad more manageable..