Donal Mahoney


An Irish Enclave,1956


South Side of Chicago,
long before Barack Obama

On bungalow porches
and out in backyards,
on hot summer evenings
old men lower themselves
into green canvas chairs,
smoke and sip beer,
laugh and relive
Easter,1916
and plot what they’ll do
when the niggers pour in
and eddy all over
the dregs of their city.

Submitted: Thursday, November 07, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 08, 2013

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