Burn

Maybe, just to be safe,
they should burn right down

every single dwelling place

in every single town.

It would reassure these tyrants

that the housing list

is as much for migrants

as for arsonists.

If we could exchange

these criminals for refugees,

it would save time on statements

from the dogs in the streets.

A Different Woman

As a one-remaining-grandparent child 

I was absolutely fascinated by
the idea of other children going to
their nana's after school.
As a treat.

A far-fetched notion to me
whose grandmother seemed

at the very best, removed.

But, Anna's set of photos prove
all her happy years.

Cursory Rhyme

All the different spiders
went up the water spouts,
down came the rain
and left the spiders in no doubt
that there isn't enough sunshine
to dry up all the rain,
and that flood prevention measures

must be put in place.

Even little spiders

can work the problem out,

floods must be contained

and kept away from every house.

The spiders think that hosepipe

bans could be prevented if we drained

away the excess water

and stored it for sunny days.

Unfair Trade

The British Mandate's broken promise,

an unfair trade, never honoured.

Oranges and lemons, say the bells of South Yemen,

You got a good bargain on the African carving,

When will you pay us?, say subcontinent natives.

You became rich, say the bells of Serendib.

Now boxing clever, with ringside neighbour:

May the odds be ever in your favour.

(Explanation: Rishi Sunak, the UK prime minister, met with Benjamin Netanyahu in Israel, on 19th October, to declare the UK's support for the Israel prime minister and his country. He said, "we want you to win."

Win? The Hamas attacks on 7th October were not the beginning of animosity between Palestine and Israel. Israel has not suddenly become aware of Hamas as an enemy. I don't understand why the UK, and the US for that matter, seem to think that the Hamas atrocities of 7th October mark the start of a war that came out of nowhere.

To me, the people on the Gaza strip are like those in the arena in The Hunger Games).

Are You Right There, Marty?

You may talk of the pros of going railing
up, down, and across this country,
and all of the petrol fumes saving

by transporting yourself publicly.

You'd run for the train in the morning,

but you'd have to be there before eight.

And why bother with all of that jogging

when Renault's got wheels at your gate?

And as you're driving all terrains,

you hear yourself sing this refrain:

Are you right there, Marty, are you right?

As you travel free by morning, noon, and night.

RTÉ pays you for runnin'

a car that Renault's fundin',

it's the life, now, Marty,

it's the life.

Different Worlds

I did not know her,

but only a little time threw
us to different worlds.
Her power lay not where it might strike you;
in her shining eyes, her lithe legs, her lack of hair,
or her jaw that cut the air ahead of her open
arms that dashed all before them as her figure moved like a blade.
Her power lay in her focus.

The same country, but mine allows.

An accident of time gives me grace.

But, she had to dig her heels in, hold her ground,

a side-effect of living in her space.

I did not know her,
but her relief feels like mine.
Women's shapes reshape the place they stirred,
a perfect silhouette as in her life.

(Explanation: RIP Sinéad O'Connor.)

Shell Haiku

Vacant sculpture
One careful owner
Feeds the birds.

Siskin

And, the last straw; 
a glowing, bright-yellow, siskin
pounces and walks
the peanut feeders, in

luminous streaks,

showing off his abundant health.

His nuclear energy 

pokes my pinpoint pupils, pelts

my patience, and strips 

my nerves of resistance.

I bring a photo of this annoyance

to my daughter, her illness

pauses while she smiles

at the image of my torturer.

We will soon be fine,

and will tolerate the brightness.

(Explanation: We got Covid. After all this time of avoiding it, we got it. Just having the virus was upsetting, but, being sick made a lot of very small things seem annoying. We had beautiful weather for our quarantine, and I spent as much time as I could sitting outside. That siskin really wore away at my last nerve, but my eldest enjoyed my story.)

Save

Non vascular, slow-moving,
creeping coloniser, brooding
before taking action,
ever changing, ever fractal.

Save the water, save the sower;
let the moss come, take us over.

All Of the Days

Dressing up, dancing, drawing,

or maybe none of those things.

She might have loved picking daisies,

and making chains of bracelets and rings.

Was there something particular she liked to wear,

would she sometimes get terrible knots in her hair.

How was she with homework and projects,

and did her teachers ever despair.

Was she in drama class, did she play chess,

did she insist on her dad checking under her bed.

Maybe she knew every garden bird's name,

and could tell them just by silhouette.

Were carrots a favourite, did she drink juice,

did she have a preference for one type of fruit.

Could she have been a bit of a rogue,

always trying on Mam's high-heel shoes.

All of the wonder, all of the fun,

all of the ice-creams out in the sun,

all of the days when nothing went right,

all of those days and all of those nights.

All of those years now stopped in their tracks,

all those ahead to spend looking back.

All of the promise, all not to occur,

we should all be so lucky to have parents like hers.

(Explanation: R.I.P. Vivienne Murphy, an 11-year-old girl from Cork, who, considering where and when she lived, should still be alive today. Her parents spoke to Joe Duffy, on RTÉ Radio1, and her mother mentioned that Vivienne means 'life'. What they've been through is so sad, and yet they were campaigning for improvements in the health service in the hope that no other child will suffer and die, like their little Vivienne. Link to an Irish Examiner article here).