it is the irish in us all -
did i tell you - man across
the sea - killian: a common
name - common hate, anger
at its upmost. seething, tethered
to failures, i hated him then, i
understand him now. why his
hate was smothered but always
there - an inch from the surface
until incited - and it all incited
a glance, a tone, a wrong note
the oppression made us paper
slight versions of what appeared
human. and in the heat - he resembled
a version of what was written in the mid
night before sleep is allowed. he is dead
and i wonder what saint he prayed too
when the heat touched his soul to not kill
