Daily Archives: March 31, 2019

The Patriots, by George Szirtes

I am not a silent poet

An essay in Audenesque

When patriots go bawling in the street
Cursing and threatening as is their wont,
When politicians strut and yell and bleat
And right wing rags scream in their largest font,
When you can hear the thugs mutter and blag
Gathering below the nation’s flag,
You know you’ve heard it once before
Or twice or three times, maybe more,
It’s history kids, you know the score.

You know the score
You know the score
You go to bed and lock the door
And wait for them to bawl for more.

When roars of Traitor, Pirate, Foreign Scum,
Rise from the throats of educated toffs
Who feed the mob with the odd tasty crumb
So one man hungers while another scoffs,
When rhetoric is pitched ready for war
And lynching is demanded by the poor,
When nationhood comes down to race
Your nose cut off to spite your…

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Putting On Greens with No Holes, by Kevin Byrne

I am not a silent poet

so I’m putting on greens with no holes
Grafton Street is a penny old
and green tomatoes are ambassadors now,
so the question is
is there enough in our pockets for a pint?

obviously I’m putting on greens with no holes
when the barber has to sneeze in discarded hair
when Tuscany looks like Kinnegad in deepest January
and Wexford is a lake called Geneva
the question is
is there enough to cross the toll bridge?

so regardless I’m putting on greens with no holes
all graveyards are dogged by Thomas Hardy look-a-likes
they insist on standing in downpours on isolated farms
in Wessex repeating over and over again ”the question is
whose goin’ to be Baillie now!
I’m putting on greens with no holes
They’re rezoning land in Timbuktu
and the dentists are using continents for fillings.
I can remember when they used to leave cakes
on a circular…

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