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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
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."
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