DUBLIN SPIRE

Dublin Spire

“from a distance it does not seem real”

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 executioners 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