Another day in Tir na nOg quiet and soft damp air, drizzling rain a few cars pass clouds pass over the hill, trees drip and the house is still a Monday in my mind but I cannot lift the whip - I sit and read as the clock ticks there is no-one to stand over me and yell 'obey', deride me with their words, soil me with their shit, own me and my day it will take another lifetime for me to learn to live without forced labour and all the grit I've knownnext poem