Farewell to Ire Land
where the pillars of
Lot's salt are bergs
of humidity trapped
in their cellars without
any ports of parole.

Where Oisin's return
was strickened with
rheumatoid artritis
within hours of his
arrival to the Hiber
Nation.

Farewell to Mallow we're
leaving by the Lee where
Marvin's observation in
the rear view mirror is
better than retrospect or
the wisdom of hindsight.

And with the mesmerisation
of rain continuing to keep
the repetition of the two
oarsmen heave- **-ing on
windscreens, one wonders,
what's the Irish for Karma ?


ps.

Fliuch = The Irish for rain.
Sounds like the F word.