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The unbearable atmospheric pressure
1000 millibars or fewer
headaches
impending asthma attack
general anxiety
and fear
welcome home
welcome to the father and son
and whole wretched system
the constant reminders
of why I finally left
The crucifix over the door
old fashioned Irish catholic longing
for the lands sunderered by the incoming
transplanted Scots
or Cromwellian overlord
From a distance of centuries
I still see tricolours flying over tenemental skylines
union flags and the blood of The Somme faithful
ancient turf wars
innate hypnotic flutes
lambeg drums
echoes of unknown martyrs
and sociopaths
wee boys with pistols
armalites
Buckfast
dewy eyes
erased memories
of an actual history
The Clearances still happen
economic high roads to the concrete honeycomb
The Griffin
The battleship grey skies mock
taunt
deliver
unease
Only humour
And some landscape wonders
keep me coming back
