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DISTANT
VOICES
:
Dublin
’
s
burning
!
Dublin
’
s
burning
!
On
fire
,
on
fire
!
(
Brimstone
fires
spring
up
.
Dense
clouds
roll
past
.
Heavy
Gatling
guns
boom
.
Pandemonium
.
Troops
deploy
.
Gallop
of
hoofs
.
Artillery
.
Hoarse
commands
.
Bells
clang
.
Backers
shout
.
Drunkards
bawl
.
Whores
screech
.
Foghorns
hoot
.
Cries
of
valour
.
Shrieks
of
dying
.
Pikes
clash
on
cuirasses
.
Thieves
rob
the
slain
.
Birds
of
prey
,
winging
from
the
sea
,
rising
from
marshlands
,
swooping
from
eyries
,
hover
screaming
,
gannets
,
cormorants
,
vultures
,
goshawks
,
climbing
woodcocks
,
peregrines
,
merlins
,
blackgrouse
,
sea
eagles
,
gulls
,
albatrosses
,
barnacle
geese
.
The
midnight
sun
is
darkened
.
The
earth
trembles
.
The
dead
of
Dublin
from
Prospect
and
Mount
Jerome
in
white
sheepskin
overcoats
and
black
goatfell
cloaks
arise
and
appear
to
many
.
A
chasm
opens
with
a
noiseless
yawn
.
Tom
Rochford
,
winner
,
in
athlete
’
s
singlet
and
breeches
,
arrives
at
the
head
of
the
national
hurdle
handicap
and
leaps
into
the
void
.
He
is
followed
by
a
race
of
runners
and
leapers
.
In
wild
attitudes
they
spring
from
the
brink
.
Their
bodies
plunge
.
Factory
lasses
with
fancy
clothes
toss
redhot
Yorkshire
baraabombs
.
Society
ladies
lift
their
skirts
above
their
heads
to
protect
themselves
.
Laughing
witches
in
red
cutty
sarks
ride
through
the
air
on
broomsticks
.
Quakerlyster
plasters
blisters
.
It
rains
dragons
’
teeth
.
Armed
heroes
spring
up
from
furrows
.
They
exchange
in
amity
the
pass
of
knights
of
the
red
cross
and
fight
duels
with
cavalry
sabres
:
Wolfe
Tone
against
Henry
Grattan
,
Smith
O
’
Brien
against
Daniel
O
’
Connell
,
Michael
Davitt
against
Isaac
Butt
,
Justin
M
’
Carthy
against
Parnell
,
Arthur
Griffith
against
John
Redmond
,
John
O
’
Leary
against
Lear
O
’
Johnny
,
Lord
Edward
Fitzgerald
against
Lord
Gerald
Fitzedward
,
The
O
’
Donoghue
of
the
Glens
against
The
Glens
of
The
O
’
Donoghue
.
On
an
eminence
,
the
centre
of
the
earth
,
rises
the
fieldaltar
of
Saint
Barbara
.
Black
candles
rise
from
its
gospel
and
epistle
horns
.
From
the
high
barbacans
of
the
tower
two
shafts
of
light
fall
on
the
smokepalled
altarstone
.
On
the
altarstone
Mrs
Mina
Purefoy
,
goddess
of
unreason
,
lies
,
naked
,
fettered
,
a
chalice
resting
on
her
swollen
belly
.
Father
Malachi
O
’
Flynn
in
a
lace
petticoat
and
reversed
chasuble
,
his
two
left
feet
back
to
the
front
,
celebrates
camp
mass
.
The
Reverend
Mr
Hugh
C
Haines
Love
M
.
A
.
in
a
plain
cassock
and
mortarboard
,
his
head
and
collar
back
to
the
front
,
holds
over
the
celebrant
’
s
head
an
open
umbrella
.
)
FATHER
MALACHI
O
’
FLYNN
:
Introibo
ad
altare
diaboli
.
THE
REVEREND
MR
HAINES
LOVE
:
To
the
devil
which
hath
made
glad
my
young
days
.
FATHER
MALACHI
O
’
FLYNN
:
(
Takes
from
the
chalice
and
elevates
a
blooddripping
host
.
)
Corpus
meum
.
THE
REVEREND
MR
HAINES
LOVE
:
(
Raises
high
behind
the
celebrant
’
s
petticoat
,
revealing
his
grey
bare
hairy
buttocks
between
which
a
carrot
is
stuck
.
)
My
body
.
THE
VOICE
OF
ALL
THE
DAMNED
:
Htengier
Tnetopinmo
Dog
Drol
eht
rof
,
Aiulella
!
(
From
on
high
the
voice
of
Adonai
calls
.
)
