Poem
Aifric Mac Aodha
Poet
For sustenance he wantsonly a cat’s cadaver:
prays that its scything
teeth rend his stomach,
nausea form a thick
film on his tongue,
the cruel nails poke
out his eyes from within.
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Ní iarrann sé de chothúAch conablach an chait:
Guíonn go mbeadh a ghoile
Á chnaí ag fiacla bioracha,
Go ngreamódh an samhnas
Ina screamhán dá theanga,
Go stollfaí an dá shúil istigh
Leis na hingne crúálacha.
© 2010, Aifric Mac Aodha
From: Gabháil Syrinx
Publisher: An Sagart, Dingle
From: Gabháil Syrinx
Publisher: An Sagart, Dingle
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Poet
For sustenance he wantsonly a cat’s cadaver:
prays that its scything
teeth rend his stomach,
nausea form a thick
film on his tongue,
the cruel nails poke
out his eyes from within.
From: Gabháil Syrinx
Poet
For sustenance he wantsonly a cat’s cadaver:
prays that its scything
teeth rend his stomach,
nausea form a thick
film on his tongue,
the cruel nails poke
out his eyes from within.
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