Reverse Emigration

By Alice Lyons Alice Lyons Read the Q & A
When I boarded the plane, everyone looked like Uncle Tom
ruddy, some were empurpled
gray hair or auburn in terrier thatches
pale blue of eye
a smidgen of resignation:
the tribe.
I thought We are driving to the interior
I thought holy god
the airline upholstery
was Yeats, Kavanagh and Heaney
handwriting. I thought
holy shit, this is the maw.
The maw.

Source: Poetry (December 2011).


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Poet Alice Lyons


Subjects Activities, Travels & Journeys, Arts & Sciences, Poetry & Poets, Social Commentaries, Race & Ethnicity

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