A holy country, women and wife
Measures the course of waiting
In a place where ravenous brute
Tongues bloom with fear.
Drunken brothers-queer- sucking at holy
Scabs feel the knock of time and still
Long for more.
The drums of Ireland teach the word
Of bloody sainthood and angry
Pissers waiting for boots in the
Meanwhile, a fool, an eyeless citizen
Comes round to collect the rendered fat.