Smithereens Press Chapbooks SP14 - The Lighthouses by Daragh Breen | Page 24

And with us come the salmon
returning to their ancestral spawning pools
with their inherent memories of snow and ice
encamped there like the announcement
of the death of a king.
And then, like long thin oars, the sun lets down
its light through the thicket of clouds,
a currach on fire,
and birds will be born in this sky
and they will come screeching
from its heat
laying eggs of thunder
amongst the rains
when night finally collapses
on the land.

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