al-Manàkh Mac Brìghde

Free-verse
poets
know
more or less
rigmarole
plays with
no less
rhyme
nor
reason’s
strict
glances
over
fields
of
furrowed
time
and
time
again

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Let my
people
go
people
this
and
that
generation
that
assembly
ekklesia
that
work
leitourgia
that
I
know
mine
them
then
they
are
gone

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Argon
decays not
the hot
filament
Inert
around
the 6th
the 9th
until near
the 11th
hour
the 11th
day
the ancient
mid-Brighdeal
martial month
leads in
founders
seekers
keepers
reapers

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Oh leading
element
oh
far-seeing
son of
the
servant of
Brighde
common-sense
uncommon-tongued
servant of
Cill-Dara
Church of the Oak
whence
even now
pilgrim
petals
droop
in-pedaling
shape-shifting
dogwood
lattice
bow down
and
shoutest
that

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You
who
may
and
can
not
re-verse
your
songs
and
the bricks
and
the walks
and
the
open
arches
shall
echo
on
and
on
you
freer
gone