1965 black and white /with Irish brogue and English puns
post-atomic dialogue spoken and sung/lines around his coffin
stories of and by him/like the Liffey/elemental/Dublin's fair sons
drink and fight and sex with Catholic gusto/Joyce rejoices
in the Britalking/ stalking Irish melancholics with linguistic loyalties
We are never so awake as when we are dead to the world
Candles around coffin/conversations and drunken dialogues
Souls can listen as well as speak/hear them leap from the lines on his pages
demanding Irish attention in Englishspeak.Jokes and jocularities
rick-racket junk alphabetters together in a common class consciousness
trooped upon a black and white page coffin for contents
will never be limited in lines-they spill like sunshine
upon the Liffey waters of Guiness,by beer bards
who beat wives and are beaten by shrewishness
Resolving contra/dictions is linguistic Irish Independence
All served up in book and film -to be sold to a British market!
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