On Emigrating To Iceland After Iraq
On Emigrating To Iceland After Iraq
Consider first the Alabama heat.
Consider next the toad
still as a turd on this rural bridge
rupture slung across a stream
where offal floats,
where clumps are belching.
Note the toad, the reeks
that genie up beside it.
Then remember Iceland
and the freshets of its Spring.
Iceland had no toads,
no reeks to genie up beside them.
Donal Mahoney
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