TOTEMBRYO

For Dennis

 

I’m flabbergasted, lost for words.

Aphantastic tales, essays, 

pensee’s to be published 

soon

is more than just poetry

Poetic humanity.

 

More than Lagan/Lapwing

More than taig, prod, jew

Red, blue, green, orange.

Don’t look out, look in

And you will wake to

The anagram N.I. We

 

Don’t realize we are

In such a unique place

On this raped, ravaged

Global earth. We have

What the world wants

Peace, poetry like sun-

Shine is free.

 

I wrote a poem in 94’

‘Unwritten graffiti’

 

It’s what we wont

Write now that really

Matters the clear white

Pristine spaces between

the verses.

 

Poetry iss beyond Irish ( I rich)

We are not Irish, English, euro-

Pean, we are beyond a protocol

A line drawn in a current-sea.

 

Six counties are we, we came

Through civil wars to get here.

This is a green and orange up-

Rising, our creation nation.