Last Snake In Ireland.
Sibilant snake-voice, whispering,
Deep down below
In the dark of human morals,
Spewing hatreds steeped in bitter memory,
Ingrained in every psyche
That even genes disown –
Creation at a loss for words
To describe this aberration.
So many years ago,
Patrick with crozier high
Chased the snakes before him.
One was left that bred alone
And poisoned Ireland with its spawn –
Ten thousand sets of fangs emerged
From the hissing serpent’s stomach.
(written by Jim Masson.)
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This poem is about the irrational sectarian hatred we live with that St Patrick, if he were alive today, would scorn.
