Portráidí an chumha
Aithním gan dua
Dúmas gur bua,
mo mhéar fós fliuch ón umar,
Bas le héadan,
clais sa ghrua,
Roc sa mhala,
An tsúil a scréachann,
An uillinn ghéar,
An ghnúis a doirteadh fé aidhl a dó.

Fé cheilt an chealtair
Ní lámh dá chéile
Ná céile do láimh,
Ní ligimíd ar a chéile sin Ní bheannaímíd,
Súil suas, siúil síos,
Súil síos, siúil suas,
Caochóga ar an gcóisir
Ó arán go hubh
In Tesco inniu.


Sorrow’s portraits
I now know
By mere shape alone as a gift,
My finger still wet from the font,
Hand to head
Creased cheek
Chink in brow,
The eye that screams,
Pent elbow
And visage spilled in the aisle.

Masqued
Neither hand to hold
Nor chaperone
Neither meeting,
Nor greeting,
eyes up, walking down,
Eyes down, walking up,
Unsighted, unseen,
Between the eggs and bread
Astray
In Tesco’s today.