1844: There My Second Home

I’ve found my second home
due west above Erriff’s coils
[north o’ Galway’s gut] – you
take a road over Glennacally
Bridge & find it up a sloping
track of cinder & stones – I’ll
not be lost with my hearth &
songs in poems – possibly by
poor connection – no WIFI in
Niflheim/ My days will drip &

drip with rains & mist sent on
from an Atlantic hater of men
& women – sideways delivery
of precipitation – there will be
no lurking from God’s tests &
no obligations to remain sane
in hell – County Mayo’s belly –
that wet underside – by Erriff
& her casts of salmon stories
[for me to reel]/ I’ll rewrite it

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