This is the first poem I wrote responding to the Sweeney myth. I thought I’d share it here.
(Featured Image: https://www.behance.net/gallery/Suibhne-Sculpture-Cycle/3163556)
Sweeney Defection
Sometimes a seed spreads so fast
it’s easy to forget where it began
to grow until everyone stops asking
and goes along mindlessly, eating
up the fruit with their mouths chewing
devotedly in unison, without tasting
its sour fleshy juice or noticing
the ugly scars it collects over time
as it ripens so I will go and find
the tallest of the fruit trees and live
up there with the animals and birds
and look down on all of them.