John J Doyle Poems

Though perhaps death may share the blame -

I fail to accept logic, reason, sorrow as excuses;
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Two day stubble and sombrero soil
under orange-tree sunsets,
the hanging drift of day's cache of light
Orito, Montforte;
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Sa fharraige
bí na focail ciúin i gconaí,

sa spéir
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So be it;
our sacrifice rubs its fingers up and
down Adam Schiff's shoulders,
a hunk of New York's finest porcelain -
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