gershon hepner - ireland

Harps and martyrs, peasants, saints and civil wars,
bar-maids, red-heads, emigrants, and singers, writers,
priests and politicians, laborers and whores,
always ready for a drink and to be fighters.

Green as snot the grass because it always pours,
gray the skies, dark brown the sodden peaty clod,
its people always in a state of mind, because
it is an island that's obsessed by thoughts of God.

9/22/99

gershon hepner

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