My Own Private Ulysses: The Citizen

The Citizen

I met the Nameless One outside the pub,          

He said- “The giant in Barney Kiernan’s     

Stands for Erin, his own exclusive club.         

He’s mighty, too vast are his dimensions.

His blazing breath scolds until you smolder

Like a slagheap, his blistering lips lie

On a great gob that could gulp a boulder.   

But his sight’s neared, winked by his small cold eye.

From his barstool, these antique words he drops:

‘I’m your Savior, my name is Citizen!            

Son of the sea god, I am the cyclops!       

Who let them in? These foreigners are sin!’”

But on-site of that Bloomsday collision          

Bloom won the day with his greater vision.

Stay tuned for more Shelleyesque sonnets.

Same Percy time, same Bysshey channel.