by Heather Haley
Towering, pensive Danny Boy.
Scar brandishing tomboy.
Junkyard dog hearts
Kiss us. We’re, you know,
Irish. Black Irish.
Fuck yeah. We invented melancholy,
Lap up sea squalls like puddle water,
Bite tragedy’s ass. Devour angst, roll over
Despair. Brood, pour, grapple, shove
The good fight and function Godammit,
Especially when called upon.
Big, deliberate, quixotic, plodding
Through calamity. Breathing little,
We flail against ourselves,
Rail, smack, filch one another’s bones,
Laughing in the morning.
Catholic as we may be
Do not go down. Know Hell. Knees.
Swells. Rising again and again
Through the slag, flames,
Fumes. Bellowing waves.
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