1. VIRULENT PROVIDENCE PART 1

“Na prátaí dubha do dhein ár gcomharsana a scaipeadh orainn,
Do chuir sa phoorhouse iad is anonn thar farraige;
I Reilig an tSléibhe tá na céadta acu treascartha
Is uaisle na bFflaitheas go ngabhaid a bpáirt”


Wearing fatigue
Pouring all to the parched soil
Atrophy of enfeebled host
Voiceless witness upon carve of earth

Torturous suffering encompassed by terror

From lifeless pit
Plummet through the trepidation of the nearly dead
Howl from false bottom coffins

Crash upon bloated rotting mass
Summon fresh miasma

Send men of death
Fleeing from ravenous foramen of soil
Following unwilling that repulsive herald

Guiding hand of starving wretch
Repressed obliteration

Oh guiding hand
Repressed obliteration

Clamour from swarming chaos
Crooked shoulders of youth blistered and bleeding
Hollow visions of hopeless acts

Pointed hate hangs ever rusted upon spectral enforcer
Endlessly piercing ruthless underling

Eternal memento of cruelty
The labour of the newly widowed
Obscured through neglected glass

Severing sinew from fingertips
Silent home convulses with exertion
The travail of bedside grave digging
Malignant foundation of the workhouse
Morbidly mirrored in burdensome toil
Witness virulent providence
Empty table gorged of faith
Devoted consuming canvas

Tá ocras ina chroí

Holy only in words
They pass heedless pullulating piles of stone
Meekly the roofless homes
While festering evidence decays at the door
Teeth stained green
The sickly greeting of revenant martyrdom

Life consuming life in the dearth of spirit
Any horror of unliving
Cannot eclipse this hollow agony of prolonged dying
Rancid flesh carried on broken backs

A thankful plummet to the pit

Suffer the consequence of rule
Starved colony feeds gorged empire

Repulsive herald contented and gleaming
A voiceless litany of loss


2. VIRULENT PROVIDENCE PART 2

No man nor beast pass meekly this place
Feasting not on sight
Vision cut and severed

Youth, decay, age and waste

Terminal grasp on fractured path
Beast and man shun truth, abhorrence, dead flesh and soil

Lábhraoinn na daoine báis liom
Tá na screadach creathnach
Ach ta an teanga álainn

Imprint of anamnesis
Benefaction of dolor
With invigorated flesh sour indulgence for guile

Suckle the futile nourishment of humiliation
Bestowed power of shifting form

Suffocate in disfigurement of prostrate intellect

Beast hunt beast
Sense torment and seek it’s emanation of essence

Lowly sentinels biding time in the dark
Faceless pursuer unleashed upon reft dominion

Thundering horror
Consuming terror
Howl of hunger
Howl of rage
Beast flee beast

Libation of slaughter and spirit
Fall hopeless on bloodied stone
Dying fire mirrored in panicked eyes
Bewailing transgressed denature of guise
The consequence of interference

Wrought freely on wretchedness
Beast hunt beast
Forgotten and alone
This scene of shivering death

This blessed suffering
Seated always at death’s left hand
No man nor beast
Pass peacefully

Feast on youth
Decay, age and waste

“Tá na bochta so Éireann ag plé leis an ainnise,
Buairt is anacair is pianta báis,
Leanaí bochta ag béiceadh is ag screadadh gach maidin,
Ocras fada orthu is gan dada le fáil.

Ní hé Dia a cheap riamh an obair seo,
Daoine bochta a chur le fuacht is le fán,
Iad a chur sa phoorhouse go dubhach is glas orthu,
Lánúineacha pósta is iad scartha go bás.”

Lost, lifeless, longing, without you, lifeless, longing, lost