Ferocious Money Perie Longo (bio) Scowls Alice, host of the B&B, County Kerry,about the fortune Hollywood spenttearing into the mountain. Plastered it they didwith steel plates straight up for a scenein the new Star Wars film. Then goneand drove trucks up that track, erected a craneat the peak. Disturbed the view have mercy.All that for a shot of the wild sea.And what if it's cut? Where's the worth?Ferocious! That's Hollywood, we agree, a big teaselike the furze with its bling of gold flowersovercoming every plot and field, cut youto shreds if you run into it chasing your hatin the hungry wind. Some miles trekkedwe welcome black tea brewed for our arrival,thick cream likely from nearby lowing cows.Raisin scones oven-warm on a flowered platesettle the inner rumble. Small talk aside, we ask directions where the next trailheadmight be. Not now, she frowns at my sonas she lifts the tray of cups and scones.She needs to feed her son after all,in the next room paralyzed long ago at sixteen.He fell off the wall just there—the very oneshe points out, that separates us from the seaand hasn't it cost,hasn't it cost a sea of trouble. [End Page 47] Perie Longo Perie Longo has published four books of poetry, the latest titled Baggage Claim (WordTech). Her work has been published in Nimrod, Paterson Literary Review, Solo, and Solo Café. She was Santa Barbara Poet Laureate and is poetry chair of the Nuclear Age Peace Foundation and a psychotherapist. Copyright © 2018 University of Nebraska Press
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