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Ireland - A Paradise Lost
by
Hay Machine
Thick attitude with lumps
like badly made porridge left standing
allergic to facts criticism and truth
unconcerned with the past
or buried by too much of it
Full to the brim with empty extravagance
thoughtful the fruits of reflection forgotten
inquisitive acquisitive secretive and dead-eyed
ploughmen spreading river-killing poison
waiting for the undertaker's cheque