Go to Sligo, if you can,
across the turbulent waters
to the green shore
beyond the widening ocean,
go and walk at Lissadell,
stand at the grave
and read the lines
and gaze at the rock that endures
beyond all the lines
ever written, past
the withering of the world,
the winter men have cast
through all the seasons
of the turning Earth,
to the coming spring
when through all the seasons
of the turning Earth
the buds of everlasting spring
endure, and silent bones
sleep in peace, and flowers
grow on fields of slaughter.
04.02.2025
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