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artworks by Eimear Kavanagh

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Reoccupy in figure eights

I'm resident in loops and weaves

I'm spinning out a history

On a hairpin

Under the watchtower

Caress the stretch, my GTI

Smoke signals to the skyline

of Tel Aviv

Bring hope back to me

One checkpoint at a time

Figure 8

When I tear up the market square

I leave my tears behind

When I fly through

The barricades

I leave my tears behind

I'm always speeding through 

Some horse powered dream

Through white light

And metallic streams

Looking for a place to set my feet

I'm looking for a place

 

Oh you don't know how much

I need to feel

This revolution

Tearing up the ground

No you don't know how much 

I need to feel

This revolution 

Tearing up the ground

And I am dreaming

Dreaming

Lt. Nigara

I go to work on the outside

Lower my gun

I go to work on the outside

Lift my veil

Spring like a cat to the rooftops

Green eyes on the sniper

I hold them down like a bear

Holding down danger

Hold my life up

to the full face of God

I am not afraid

No one could say it's indecent

to pour myself out

'Til my veins are hollow

For the peace of Helmand

No one could say it's forbidden

For women to crawl

Into the arms of women

And be believed

Hold my life up

to the full face of God

When the mourners

gather round my body in Lashkargah

Let them speak of how often

I came home

When the mourners

gather round my body in Lashkargah

Let them speak of how often

I came home

From the outside, smiling, alive, always

Setting out again

Courage billowing

My skirts like a sail

Dig

I am bent towards the wreckage of a diamond studded landscape

All those glittering promises

Slipping through my fingers

They've ploughed our backs and scattered our bones

I keep my head down at drill point in a bullet bloodied landscape

All those gold lusting fingers

Tight around the barrell

Oh you will dig for the devil 'til your fingers bleed

Ploughed our backs and scattered our bones

Ploughed our backs and scattered our bones

Rape and death are my overseers in the morning

Rape and death, they are crouching near in the morning

A silent agony

And all the world's misery was in our heads