Shia Conlon

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after your death the crows came

they descended on our place

with white jackets and stethoscopes

they unravelled you from the wall.

i kept thinking

here she wept and here she sang

 

after your death i had to sit down

i sat for so long the government changed

they rewrote the constitution and now there was a cure

i kept thinking

here she wept and here she lived

 

after your death i began telling everyone you were murdered

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Biography

 

"I’m an Irish transgender artist and writer interested in how power structures such as gender, class, religion, the state and the family unit affect people living and trying to survive under them."