tara gendron
the ballet of suffering
assorted strings as chords
fear my quill

growing up undercover
as a trouble war from ireland
my grandmothers voice lives
through the liberation of the republic
the warning of our language is back
never trust the republic,

you said, she saw she wasn't allowed hearing
and passing by you'll be disdained by the brogue

my name is fide et amore of ireland
fear my quill
as sorted strings de spigot calling

you haven't seen her face forgiveness
i halted her once
i shall do so again

shes the one listening to us, not me

the man upstairs is always watching his wings

she speaks command, answer is fine

the posthumous denial denied your works

de save hurt

speaking down , accept your fates

see the beautiful musicians grace

i know this defeat as does the silence

yet i work in journalist's

this blank round of pages is...
permanently staind