Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "TIPPERARY!"
(Song/town in Ireland: dedicato/PETE from Caven Town.)
"Tipperary."
...It's a long way to Tipperary; it's a long way to go. It's a long way to Tipperary to go see the sweetest GAL I know. (Geraldine?) Goodbye Piccadilly, farewell Leicester Square; now row-on-row the Poppy flowers grow, our bodies lie there.
(DEATH/WAR doesn't distinguish between an Aristocrat, Poet, Shepherd or Famer's boy?)
It's a long way to San Fransico, outta New York or from Seattle to San Diego - From Oklahoma to the "grapes of wrath" in California groves, the future-un-knowing, the Oregan Trail. Who could have known? It's a long way, "The leaving of Liverpool!" But my heart's right there.
It's a long way to SHANGHAI, outta NANKING, population murdered-raped, a brutal way to go, but sometime expedited, to HIROSHIMA-BANZAI-KAMIKAZI, reluctantly. but we bombed it anyway. Global neighborhood lunatics like Islamic fanatics got no place in our town. History?
It's a long way to MECCA, a long way, historically all roads lead to ROME, those famous Catacombs! Row-on-row of MARTYRED DEAD now lying, lonesome with no Cellphone. Maybe an OVID poem? Or Persia's Shakespeare: AFFIZ SHARAZI (Hafiz!!!) -SUFI POET ploughed asunder by Mohamed/ISLAM-IMANS perhaps on "their OWN destined rendezvous" in DAMASCUS? -poppies await row-on-row. But RIDE your fastest horses!?
It's a long way to Tipperary. It's a long way to go. It's a long way to Tipperary, some Gal (Geraldine) I never knew? Goodbye Piccadilly. Farewell Leicester Sq.? It's, alas, it's a long-long way to Tipperary but MY Soul, sadly ain't there.
c.dave delacroix. 2026.
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