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a nice (tho' uncredited) poem 7 January 08
i was looking thru some old photos earlier today, and saw a photo that i had taken of a poem which was on the wall at a lovely old pub on a cliff-top in myrtleville, ireland.
the guy had signed it, but his penmanship is that so i cannot make it out, so it will have to be a mystery.
anyway, it’s quite nice, so here it is..
now, we’re a rootin’ tootin’ Rock Band, so no more poetry posts from us.
‘dispersal’
When I am finally
burned to a crisp,
pounded to a fine ash by steam-hammers
and scattered from south-facing cliffs
over a disconsolate sea,
I would hope
that at least one fundamental particle
of my being could occasionally recycle
to the sunlit shallows below Myrtleville,
there to swirl playfully
around your thousand year old feet