"Don't put things off…it may be later than you think."
“The Burren”
Returning to a barren
A land resigned to be
A coastal town
Somewhere down
Below the crashing sea
Abandoning the cairns
Picturesque pathways
A nice surprise
A full day’s drive
Roads lead unto ways
Jaunting out the country
Wind plays fair and true
A languid sigh
Beneath the sky
For all we cannot do
“O’hlcidhe”
What is a name?
Nominal, Descriptive, Adjectivial
Proverbial, Pliable, Provincial
Genetic, Prophetic, Patrilineal
Loyal, Worthy, Accusatory
Damning, Enchanting, Demanding
Prideful, Rightful, Spiteful
What is a name?
“The Mourne Wall”
Pivot around a structure that stretches on
There seems no end in it
Hard to tell what is being kept out and kept in
Meant to guard against harm
But harm boils up when idly walking by
Sinister sadness picks away
Left with an expanse of nothingness
Room enough for all of the pain
All of it
Then a bit more
Walking along the wall
Again uncertain of which side is the right side to be on
Frost contended that good fences make good neighbors
Impassible, endless walls make great hermits
“Cú Chulainn”
Society provides a template
The template requires attention to detail and strict adherence
The infrastructure upon which society stands is perpetuated by those building things using the template
The mob gets upset with the infrastructure and decides to change the template
The infrastructure fails to support the society that exists because the template that instructs the society how to perpetuate building has changed
People are mad, because the mob decided to change the template without thinking about the consequences of how society would be supported if the template was changed
The mob eats itself because there is no one to protect it from itself because society does not exist any longer
People range around in constant states of rage and mania
Berserkers
Society provides an imperfect template
Society provides a stage upon which the actions happen
For better or worse, we are society
“Banshee”
Consumed in a fire of despair.
Wanton warning full of fear.
Screeching.
Screeching.
Wailing withal wondrous wept.
Announcing end in a breath.
No glass ceiling guarding death.
Screaming.
Screaming.
Harping harpy so inclined.
Wettest blanket of mankind.
Hope it’s me she doesn’t find.
Screeching. Screeching.
Screaming. Screaming.
