Irish in the house, yo.

Here's something I found rummaging through folders on my flash drive.

In the shadow of Macgillicuddy’s Reeks, 1848

A grass-bespeckled tongue like a periscope in enemy waters peeks
through cracked pale lips.
Is the enemy near or far?
Death trudges nearer, nearer, his bloodless blade rusted from underuse,
neglect.
Now arm’s length, now elbow’s length, Death
Takes hand in hand
And together they walk, step by step, in unison, away
Away