Crannog / No - Crannóg
Crannog / No - Crannóg
Crannog / No - Crannóg
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<strong>Crannóg</strong> <strong>No</strong> 7 winter 2004<br />
Even with my half closed eye, I can see the egg stains<br />
on your soutane. Snuff. And snot too.<br />
‘When you die, Maria, you’ll have earned God’s<br />
forgiveness.’<br />
Forgiveness!<br />
After forty years of plucking weeds<br />
in blazing sun on this hellish island.<br />
I wasn’t the only whore in Athens forced to kill a<br />
customer.<br />
And it wasn’t even the pain that made me draw the<br />
knife.<br />
<strong>No</strong>. It was when he pissed and shat all over the feather<br />
bed I’d saved a year to buy.<br />
If he hadn’t been an Elder, my sentence would never<br />
have been so terrible.<br />
Oh, why didn’t they jail me in Athens instead of<br />
condemning me to a lifetime of plucking weeds in<br />
blazing sun on this hellish island?<br />
‘Oh, Stefan if only you’d docked that day, we could have<br />
sailed away to Santa Rea.’<br />
‘It’s a pity you’re not able to attend church anymore,<br />
Maria.’<br />
‘Yes, Father Alexandro.’<br />
Pity my arse. To listen to your rantings and have all<br />
those hooded crows gathered outside to jeer as I pass<br />
by.<br />
Shit, my head’s going round and round. If you don’t go<br />
now, you’ll see me drench the horta.’<br />
.<br />
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