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They were the ham-
hocked gods of
Small mercies
And we wore our
Unwitting wings
With awe
The grown men
Grizzled,
Lathered the faithful
While we fizzed with
Boyhood’s
Biddable rage.
I was up on
Pa’s shoulders
While Fra plead
The causes of
Obstinate saints
The omnivorous earth
Ate another
One down,
To a placid
Equality.
From the grave
We went to
Make music
Beat bodhrans in to
Rhythmic submission
And we,
Who were aspirant stoics
Offered our blood with
The rest.
Pa, it was
Who had shown me
How to give
Volatile condolence
And sat
At the feet of
The old men
We were filling with
Ruthless sympathy.
So we took up near-
knuckle
Redivivus
So we fought with a
Credulous fire
So we practiced a sad
Moral finitude
Oblivious opportunists.
They were the ham-
hocked gods of
Small mercies
And we wore our
Unwitting wings
With awe
An unprincipled sorrow
We learnt by the book
Clear-cut our expendable
Spirits
To nubs.
------ The human race, the only race I know where everybody loses.
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