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. 20