The celtic tiger ate my dreams
With jaw clamped shut and one
Tooth gleaming and showing the air
The last of the elephant hopes.
When he saw me he spoke with
A copper-soaked throat that seemed
To echo of a future endeavor.
He must have known it was time to let go.
The decision was waiting inside of cave trees
Where other men waited on fate and a
Paycheck that came from less honorable means,
And we all know how useful flesh is as bait.
Ignoring the stone that split on the tongue
May have been a deadly mistake since
Words are as slow as the Liffey at night,
Pulsing with the beat of a nation's heartache.
Take a second look, a second meal
And serve the past as a post-dinner snack
Because dessert is sweet but death is not.
Knowledge of nature is what we lack.
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