CAVE HILL (POEM)

drunken mountain ever sleeping far above brown belfast, dirty men with dirty feet dancing ever noble and soaring, beneath are weeping women and ragged ould linen, bravery hidden within the white eyed children of hope

RUBICON

stiff, straight wire teaching the men the science of fractions   dividing up well levelled soil into piecemeal parts till all is lovely   barriers in place bold and unfettered priceless   humble them by means of mathematics and magnetism just be spooky, that's quite enough