Monday, September 8, 2014

Gaelic Fathers

My Gaelic father,
Bone bred in the fighting ways
Came home, bloodied victory
With teeth in his knuckles
Red hair wild with generations
Of rebellion in his blood
Pumped hard through his 
Saint Andrews Cross heart
Warrior poets of a misunderstood
Clan
Passed down to me
Through the filter of anger
And language

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