Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Lóg n-Enech / Face Price

Knowing that time for truth
comes through talk when all
is said and done

come to the trinity
of instinct and two figures
rooted in a single mind.

One an Irish poet
one a homeless migrant
dwelling in the ear
of any who will listen
for beauty in a song.

Separate yet together
remembered and recorded
in a corpus of the work
imprinted in the hollows of the heart

shining from the watch-points of the soul
and lighting landscapes of expression
buried deep as Cuchulain
fighting waves of human forces
warring over cattle in Connacht.

Let us uncover ancient rites
in the migrant's Irish heart
which the poet has composed
on benches at the canal bank
weaving make believe with fact.

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