by Helen




Forgive me motherland for I have sinned

it has been 3 generations since my last confession

the wilding and the electricity sits deep within my chicanery

sacrifices at the alter of the diaspora and there

but the gradient of goddess to godlessness go I


guigh orainn na peacaigh


is this what you imagined when you stepped out of that bushel

and into oncoming treason, so taken aback by the signalmen and soothsayers


Mol an Óige agus tiocfaidh sí


no longer seeking comfort in hard dick and hard liquor

no longer living in fear of the ailments of the elders

not returning to the scene of the crime

but a homecoming

reigniting my fire


Níl aon tintéan mar thintéan fhéin


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