Artwork © DL Polonsky


Sweet Erin

Sweet Erin, a sovereign in
any lesser dominion
Rise over them, My Heart, aye!
Suit them; configure
to your own vision
Epoch of fertility,
our hearts melted together
Into solitary lingering tress
of flaxen robes

They are but cockroaches
not more than tittles
Let not a single deceit of disdain bleed into your
measureless core
Headstrong exiles they do not see
Listening to the melodies of idiocy
They are not the mediation
of cherubs or
Any privileged dreams to which humanity might aspire
The repugnant vomitus
Capitalist King is detestable
Their sovereign is of the lowest
of the low
His counsellors are
the travesty of teaching
Obsessed by arrogance
If integrity upon this sphere
be ephemeral
May we timely hear a lamentation and
travailing of Capitalist King
Clothe them
In costume and chains
Let them be the monkeys
as they hang from the sky
With their abhorrent selves spewn together
I beg you, My Beloved, do not slumber

Be watchful for
the Lascivious are near.
The Capitalist King dreams
of treasures
cloaked with slaughter


Self-identifying as a neurodiverse, two-spirit, elder storyteller, Lindsey Morrison Grant attributes success and survival, if not salvation, to a superlative support system, mindfulness practice, and daily creative expression in words, sounds, and images. She wrote this poem “to defuse my angst over GW Bush’s Middle East invasion over nonexistent WMDs, I’ve found that this Poe-esque foreboding and forewarning against naivete reflects the need for ongoing vigilance.”

DL Polonsky is a Boston area artist, writer, and filmmaker. His caricatures have appeared in The Boston Herald and His written work includes the children’s book The Letter Bandits from T.B.W. Books.