We have divided a majority from a minority
to make a nation,
declared possession of land, occupation
of houses to qualify for equal rights
The last examples of our heritage, Irish Travellers
up against the vilest prejudice,
differences carefully fostered by our own government
without any help from the aliens.
On the side of the road two families in flames.
Sedentaries looking on at how
Irish society has gone to blazes,
for one moment wishing
there was a hell to go to,
where justice might be done,
a God still in heaven we might invoke
upon our arms
to embrace those who stand and wait
on dental records. Ash scattered
to bitter easterlies.
Not screened off as in St. Jerome’s
No, not even bones and no home.