the peat and sand along the shore…

where rivers run from lochs

entombed by ancient rocks

 

that sing in Gaelic

 

hearth heats the pot

hung low on

chains

 

offering itself up

to flames

 

potatoes boiling waiting for the man

to give the prayer that opens mouths

and gnaws away at hunger for a while

 

until belly cry echoes out across the bay

and fills the sky with tears of rain

for those who lie beneath

the peat and sand

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