Greetings, you bandy-legged chandeliers. Welcome to the Blind Boy podcast. If this is your first

episode, consider going back to an earlier podcast. And if you're a regular listener,

if you're a 10-foot decklin, a steaming quaver, then you know the crack. You're familiar

with the lore of this podcast.

Let's begin this week with a poem.

We haven't had a poem in a very, very long time.

This piece was submitted to me by the actor Daniel Day Lewis.

And this poem is called,

Is it a priest or a seagull?

Is it a priest or a seagull who has his hands inside my mouth?

Is it a communion or a feather that bleeds into my soul?

Is it a priest or a seagull who has vandalized my bin? Do my eyes hurt

from the sunlight glinting on your plumage? Did the raindrops stay in your color?

Say your mass into a can of fanta.

Bless my shin bones with your claws.

Is it a priest or a seagull who is shitting in the wind?

That was, is it a priest or a seagull by Daniel de Lois?

I wrote a treatment for a fucking sitcom years ago

and submitted it to RTE

where it was a puppet show

about Daniel DeLewis

wanting to shrink himself so small that he could be intravenously

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