Dublin Spire

 

 

Dublin Spire  

 

Cold steel colossus 

Squat between the heavens

and the street

the street and the heavens

Part dragon 

Part dreadnought 

Part STARWARS

      Part Panopticon

Part Messerschmidt

                                                                                                                            

you pierce the clouds

occupy the atmosphere

possess the rooftops

dominate the capital

diminish everyone in range

 

and so are suited to the worship of neo-liberal Pharaohs

Bullies Templars Christian Brothers Mafias Ku Klux Klans

Conspiracies and modern governments in general

 

that are more heartless than any admiral

that have no pulse, 

and are unmovable

that, numb to the touch, 

watch over all, 

feeling for none.

 

With a face as blank and comfortless

as an executioner’s hood 

you brag of your unscalable heights

your impenetrable flanks

 

of how at dusk you lance the sunset from the sky

set alight your tapering lure

reel in the falling stars

hack off their flaming tails,

                      impale their flying wishes…

 

Dave Lordan

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