POEM #2

Doing Heroin at an Irish Wedding is Not Cool

Imagine if you will a hypothetical scene on planet Earth.
Setting: Ireland

More Specifically:
Dún Dreach-Fhola,
The MacGillycuddy's Reek's.

Rising from the meadow are the black smoking peaks.
Home to Fitzgerald, Lewis, and Lynch. 
Owned by one clan, every square inch.
Once upon a night there was a great feast in a castle.
The Chieftain was quiet, elusive, and rich.
From everywhere came rumors of bloodsucking faeries.
They were haunting the woods and driving men crazy.
Inside, safe and shining, were the tables laid out
With dressings of all kinds.
There was dancing and gaiety and love in every eye.  
—I heard she has a twin that looks just like him.
—I met an 'Oxford Man' once, whatever that is...
—She ran off into the woods, never to be seen again.
Lynch says to Fitzy:   
—They say he does all of this hoping she, I mean it, will happen!
—By when?
—Seven!
—Well we know that ain't true, he's full of secrets primarily and secondly lies.
—Could you say that again??
—Damn right you could say that again.
Lewis butts in, his tongue rather lazy: 
—My cousin fell down a hole trying to pick up a daisy.  
He throws back his wine and hikes up his pants. 
Then recites a poem about complete nonsense.
The Chieftain announces that it's time for a toast. 
The sun is coming up and he’s cutting it close.
—Be Warned! Listen. In a matter of minutes the ice in the air will melt into ash. The cloud that forms is me, and I’ll be born again, off into the distance. Blood will roar through my soul and the fire within shall devour the whole. Worry not, for the wolves are at bay and the sheep are warm. Up high are the stars, they will light my way. Somewhere across the universe is a time where I am walking surely with thee, and the shadow of me makes three.
The Chieftain turns.
—Rae, everything is perfect with you. Everything you could ever do. In all your imperfections and all of your perfections and throughout your whole body you radiate my love and emulate my love and it's all for you my love. For me. I know now that the green eyes of you are as warm as the sun. On all of me, healing heat fantastic...

—Dance, Z, Dance.

*Poof*

—Bloody hell!

END SCENE.

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