Sprang into the lexicon
in 1852 after a wild brawl at an
annual fair in the Irish town
of the same name.
It entered the world
with fists clenched and
a scowl on its face.
It has frothing purple blood.
Its face consists entirely of mouth.
It smokes Cohibas and wears a fedora.
Rides in gleaming black limousines.
A sweetly sinister word,
a cauldron simmring with menace,
yet possibly the most lilting
description of brutality
in the English language.
Whenever I read or hear this word,
blazing crimson splotches cover
my body.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem