I will walk the Sruth Fada Con,
Haunt of fox and badger, of
Tamed crags drinking water
From smoked wreaks of turf,
Cutback, exposing the bronzed
Gully, the forgotten Ben Bulben
A jumping hare with a glistened
Tear on the eye, watching the centuries
Chased and harried, Swaddled in wind-cloth;
Its beautiful bone can no longer hide
The surface taken. Neolithic slug,
Weathering seasons by the minute.
