Daith o Saint Andrew - by
Haw, Andra, whaur’s yer God noo?
Naething lik bein stark deid, is there, pal?
saints
Assisi - by
The dwarf with his hands on backwards
/ sat, slumped like a half-filled sack
/ on tiny twisted legs from which
/ sawdust might run,
/ outside the…
Columcille - by
Exile I am, for to the last, I carry in my
/ heart the oak groves of Derry with their
/ white angels…
St Ninian’s Isle - by
Hit hed ta be a saint at strayed dis far nort
/ at cared aboot da sowls o Pictish fisherfock.
/ Foo da bairns…
on the senses - by
little saints buried saints
/ finally kissed by the earth
/ lilies from your parched mouths
/ from your salt lips
/ rise white and…