The Importance of Being Oscar

Oscar lounges atop a rock
across from the Merrion Square

home of dad, the queen's oculist,
mum, a poet with packed salon.

Ireland remembers its bad boy
in this dark corner of the park.

Awkward sprawl on a big boulder,
reborn in granite, shades of jade

that sparkle on dark pants and shoes,
green smoking jacket with quilted,

scarlet collar and cuffs. A sneer
from the man who makes us all laugh.

What would he think of the U.S.
where he could marry in one state

and get murdered in another?
He'd like the luscious irony,

laugh at inconsistency, note:
the gender-bender just happened.

Love, lust don't always make perfect
or exact anatomical sense.