Poetry by Daragh Byrne

ON THE PURCHASE OF A FRIDGE

I bought a fridge, a sturdy narrow thing A Westinghouse, from old John at Bing Lee Revealing when unsheathed from its box  White metal cloaking the worlds paradox He said we're living in a second Eden Abundant, all we need to tire of ease She said we're quickly bound for conflagration Cast out of the garden, our consumption Gone well past no return. Oh we have sinned! Like the fella on the cliff, fighting his end His feet move inches that determine Life ...

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