worlds in collision .. .

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I reminded myself of a book I once read
in around nineteen seventy one
which described images
of planetary chaos
that fired me up to try
and understand about the universe
and later on that day the earth stood still
beside the sun and I still curious wondered
about where it all began and if it were in Ireland
course it were in Ireland
where my maiden sweet grand-mammy
wi’ her frightening carrot top spent her cailin days

I wonder what the sea was like
the day she boarded ferry and if she cried
as Ireland slipped her memory
people change their habitat for this n’that
it seems plenty are the travellers
who came to this English side o’ plenty
and Jesus said the few
would outnumber the many
but still ! wish to understand
what gets into a someone
like sweet Adeline of Monaghan
that made you leave your land

As migrants cross the seas
it must be hard to believe
you will ever find your home
or separate disease from war
when your brother lies dead upon the floor
and your dreams for children shattered
as if ambition mattered
my copper-pot grannie made her silent way
found a place of resolve
bore my father and the rest
it is written in my history
the mystery of peoples and their past

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