i see this country through the eyes of rain
tail end of suffering days
constellations lost – for we need no divine hand
final reading leads to singing
all of us command

smooth out this bumpy linguistics and separate further
church vs state
neutrality over division
see nothing for no one
or who we are

the rain falls harder
and the windshield blur – salutes itself
repeating the same action
until the motor runs ragged

i see my country through the eyes of poor equity
your final suffering days
lost constellations – humming – so there will be no words
no feminine or masculine sky
and no God to understand thy Son
hidden in the storm…..


About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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