Rock Forts of Dun Aengus

Saint Paul, 10 March 2004

Lone sentries those

Crenellations of Dun Aengus

Cocked hoof-beats

Of the adrenal medulla

The conjured gales

Just beyond the bay of Galway

Cleave limestone rocks

Of nameless grief left for dead

While angled rocks

Peer into History’s vault and

Dance drystone jigs

Like prehistoric barbed wire

Cold slabs strain the

Inaudible chaos of waves

The static hum

That is the sound of distant stars

I feel the drums

Crouched behind the leeward face

Of conviction

And the rock forts of Dun Aengus