Irish Meadow

Sitting in an Irish meadow I put my x-ray spex on and see just what’s in an Irish meadow.                                                                                                                        A buried stolen art piece now lost, whereabouts gone to the grave.                                 A crater from a Semtex test this one worked boys, next ones for London.                      Shell cases from some knee capping, don’t piss these guys or you’ll end up in a chair.                                                                                                                                  You won’t see a family on a picnic here due to bullets zipping overhead from paramilitary target practise - at least not at people just Coca Cola bottles and cans.                                                                                                                                   I zoom over the Irish meadow in my silver flying saucer, high as a kite on my way to Iran.   Ayatollah Khomeini here we come!