THIRTYARDS

Bass Fishing. At the pace of the saltwater flyfishing coast. Wexford, Ireland – est 2003.

I think of you in your Tommy’s uniform,

A haunted Catholic face, pallid and brave,

Ghosting the trenches with a bloom of hawthorn

Or silence cored from a Boyne passage-grave
You followed from Boyne water to the Balkans

But miss the twilit note your flute should sound.

You were not keyed or pitched like these true-blue ones

Though all of you consort now underground

Seamus Heaney
From Field Work (1979).

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