Levitates over heaps of slain in the garb and with the halo of Joking Jesus, a white jujube in his phosphorescent face.
My methods are new and are causing surprise. To make the blind see I throw dust in their eyes.
With a huge emerald muffler and shillelagh, calls.
May the God above Send down a dove With teeth as sharp as razors To slit the throat Of the English dogs That hanged our Irish leaders.
The rope noose round his neck, gripes in his issuing bowels with both hands.
I bear no hate to a living thing, But I love my country beyond the king.
Horhot ho hray ho rhother’s hest
Dances slowly, solemnly, rattling his bucket and sings with soft contentment.
On coronation day, on coronation day, O, won’t we have a merry time, Drinking whisky, beer and wine!
The harlot’s cry from street to street Shall weave old Ireland’s windingsheet.
Ecstatically, to Cissy Caffrey .
White thy fambles, red thy gan And thy quarrons dainty is.
Groans. Who? Black panther vampire. He sighs and stretches himself, then murmurs thickly with prolonged vowels.
Who … drive … Fergus now. And pierce … wood’s woven shade? …
Murmurs.