PAST-TIME

I can hear fire-works

on the twelth of October

In the morning, sounds like

the twelth of July but

those exploding days are over.

Rockets shoot off into sky

and flare up daylight.

Is this a pyro-maniac or

just a kid playing at being man?

We had thirty years of that

and look where it got us.

Green and orange needs day-

light, white. Two opposing sides

at two opposing times, like

a mythological beat is looking

for a present rhythm.

I hear a fire craic open the portal

Of time, running away laughing but

Nothing will happen, people are

Reminded of yesterday.

Stop clowning around!