Sunday saw the all ireland final
Ciarrai 3 - 11 Corcaigh 1 - 9

Kerry 20, Cork 12. 

It was his first time. Croke Parc, 
an all seater stadium holding 80 
summat thousand GAA supporters 
from all corners of Munster;
where his paternal grand-father
was reared. Cornelius, a Macroom 
native who married Winifred, 
an Achill Masterson; after she 
returned from Canada, a widow 
with her son, Uncle Eddie Kopec, 
half Irish, half Pole, died 
in ninteen fifty five; fell 
sixty feet to his death 
from a scaffold he erected.

South Munster, Deasmuhman saw
Plenty of Black and Tan activity
during the war of independence.
Lots of recreational rape and fmk 
for the killers back from France. 

"Forgive me father, for i have 
sinned, this is the wound your kingdom
left, as a note to self for thee:
 
experimental addicts drugged on God
and celibacy, seeking to score, oh 
Croker herd me into the original offence;
defend me Bank of Ireland, McDonalds
Toyota, Gypsum, Kingspan and Barrys Tea, 

for i took part in an invasion. The stewards tried to hold us back, but it
was only a dumb show and sham rite, undertook yearly, this benign pretence,
just to say

"We made the mock attempt, took part and it happened again, as per usual,
the fans on the pitch, the family atmosphere, the virgin birth of something
cultural perhaps, here on the list, the resurrection of a ghost:
 

It was not setanta
churchill, cúchulainn
mick collins, connacht
leinster, munster, or ulster
who picked the winning myth,

of the setantii from south west
lancashire; the brythonic
spirit swimming nought but truth.


And it was all very lovely
supremely sedate
the arena filling
with prince and princess
king, knave and a face-price ace
whose doings foxed all but the sidhe
of Kathleen, who saw what went
on as his heart beat alive and he

breathed being driven through the
breeze to an ambush last night

when the windows blew in and a
bullet got shot through his skull.

~

He was always straight with her.
He had to be because she's a right 
one who always knew the score. Still 
does, She's unreal. None con Cathleen
Ní Houlihan; just ask if sidhe now 
flit with the tall
fellow’s shade

        ....in books

deconstruct schoolchildren
 from shadows in caves

and tower over oath bound men
 to find a simple mountain grace

  written ...

at life’s end?

       ....when Yeats ruled a world of 
      words his imagination shook fairly

     from her tongue pouring forth to
    make prayer and fable a nation’s
   tomb?