Confessional

by Helen

Confessional

 

 

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

Helen

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