Saturday, September 14, 2013


In remembrance of the great poet Seamus Heaney

An old man dead
Or a dog that breathed a fetid stench
Irish both
But neither suited for the trenches

The old man glowers
With a 3 year old's jealousy
Of dead scholars
And poets
And soldiers
All past to dust
But having lived

Whilst he reconsiders
His dread of criticism
And sulks
To beat the band