The bells ring,
the playground
falls silent,
the teachers teach,
the children
aren't listening,
the grouse flies,
into the wall,
the bush burns,
the rod of mosses,
the wild geese,
attack the powers
that be,
and by Christ,
the bagpipes
and the tartan,
blaze through
his head,
the bodhran
and the beater,
wake him
from the dead
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