The paddy-capped potato people; purveyors of precarious voyage
Our timelines coiled; swimming in the riveted and wrought smokestacks of your coffin ships
Gangways woven from brogue to cap; barefoot to petticoat winding towards cruel waters and foreboding bays
I tried to touch the homespun wool whistling the weary descent of woeful travelers into austere hulls
Amidst the sweltering skins of ship fevers, defiantly you built bridges into dimly lit, squalid rookeries and tenements; winding and wrestling to a toiled new world
Deflating directives of defeat drawing on the dirge; slinging and flung slurs must’ve rang dissonant among the choirs of your elegant prose
I endeavor so to speak to your ancestral realm, to share in your table stake, a years pay working fields to get your passage into the bowels of crowded cruelty
As I rise to this new day; the blight plagued small plots now inhabit neuronal spaces; hollowed hearts gasping into hungry lonesome minds; diffusing voyages into atomized voids; in these ancestral epochs the fungal cascade bares a faceless trait
With indebted feet standing among our aging new world; merely a fading precious star; lest we harken back to your Gaelic galaxies; facing the screaming words in brave inflection; to fuse our sustaining choir down new roads