Suibne on St. Patricks London 03.

How much is gonna blow –
Being here, I gotta know
Can’t just let it flow
Gotta say no
Gotta know

How much is gonna blow –
Life I’m told goes on
We’re gonna be reborn
After the explosion

The moon’s almost full now
Tomorrow it will blow
How much is gonna blow -

O St Patrick are you hearkening?
Are you there at the tavern door?
Today’s a day for celebration,
It’s just around the corner,
& we come not to the feast
but riding on the beast.

*Just before commencement of war in Iraq.

ii.*

Sunday Afternoon with Suibne. (i.)

He undresses like an ostrich, plume
All & pilot brain,
As with the genial smile of the flea,
Mottled and scrawny of limb, he
Leaps into foam.

On the ceiling shadow fighters zoom,
Before, in blaze of pink fume,
A collage of explosions
The minarets adorn.

The Mughal hordes swoop down,
Down from the Ukraine,
No room for immigration,
On this Sunday afternoon.

* Just after commencement of war in Iraq

Gift of Tongues