They were killing,
in Belfast,
tonight;
so I took you
down
to Kinbane
where the water roared
and the rocks cried mist
against the darkness of the walls.

We took the castle
quietly
and in the moss caught love
a thousand times
'til the sunlight
cracked
the corner
where
we lied

sheep graze there now
at the end
where a journey
began.

07/23/2005

Posted on 07/23/2005
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