At Knowth

By | 1 December 2013

we are all just passing through
this place of tabernacles and tombs
scripted in a language we
can no longer read

do the concentric circles carvings
freeze the breath of your sentimental heart?
are the zigzag lines accounts of storms
when lightning led the way?

oh the different stars and planets in your sky
are the living compass on which we all rely
mankind can journey in simple form
or pave poetic paths

how did your people learn my art?
did your people adorn their skin
did they share Songlines from my country
on their return to you?

let us sing a song for the Nungas
a song for the Gaeliges brave
at Knowth I stand in reverence
my art carved by your hand

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