Well- bread horses and golden corn.
Freshly rained upon, scissor cut green fields,
Dew settling on stained pink roses.

Ribbons entangled behind the blueberry bushes,
Where boys and girls share their first kisses,
Shaming Nano Nagle, her statue.

Loud minds in the silent chapel,
Echoes of desperate prayers.

Hope settled in their seeing eyes.
Words that their ears, caught not.

Shattered porcelain, on the chamber floor.
Like eggshells, interrupting the silence.

Ebony curls torn out from the scalp.
A wooden cane in his hand.

No NO, he whispered at the withering life.
She breathed her last breath, and then died.

Burning bodies in salted seas.
Pinching ***** along the dead beds.

Wet winds carrying the sharp flavour,
Of overcooked hot dogs and slutty beach bums.