The Real Taoiseach

by

Hay Machine

Ireland is abusive
a haven for abusers
full to the gunnels
with malcontents
and sour-graped accusers

And why wouldn't he
son of a gun
Michael Collins considered Sean Haughey
his smoothest gun-runner

This sour culture of ours
whiskey-soaked and full of dours
and the small-minded
needed to be kick-started
Charlie had the grasp
ready on his own
for all the conflict
and the many-sided task

When Berisford commissioned Gandon
to do the Custom House
he asked him as a nixer
to be quiet like a mouse
(and throw in Abbeville)
reminder if we needed one
some things in Ireland never change
and most things never will

Like Lady Hazel Lavery
in her nineteen thirties confinement
as one of the few
crafted in the heroic tradition
patiently await your Bodkin

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