POETRY Poem: re/turn, by n/a

motherland.
mag mell —
resting, resting
whatever you say
(say nothin)
some city birds were silent snitches
so i ran back,
mag mell
motherland.

ceantar, the place we inhabit
alltar be it’s shadow
quantum time between them
are you listening?
fall through na réimse
two slanted mists
trace teanga back as memory
ways of being beyond shame
before the words were beaten
out of us.
n/a

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