Pay Back The Devil

the prow of a longboat,

They ran that orphanage like a brothel

sorting through the rubble

they found out who had tipped us off and they beat the poor fellow within an inch of his life.’

they beat the poor fellow within an inch of his life.’

The roads had already been cordoned off with tapes

I’m off up there now to take a sconce at it.

the wailing of sirens

rippling folds of carpet.

Would you fancy a mug of scáiltín, and maybe a slice of that brack your mam fetched over?