Rich Pickings

Rich Pickings

Not much change

an overcoat or two,

tumbling about

the place.

Bones.

Picking at small talk

Laissez-faire.

Different tunes,

words,

out with the Mollies,

the Ribbonmen.

Clipped it to Boston

or the Union had ye.

Scraping at drills,

digging with your fingers.

There but for the grace

you say.

Reading the inscriptions.

Ploughing them into

the ground now.

Eaten bread.

Photograph: Newtown Trim

From across

the Boyne/2007