In the Land, We Lament. 2018
Pearse Museum, Rathfarnham Dublin, 2018 
The Cairn is fat on the sounds of our keening
              quiet and considerate is the gatekeeper.
                               Whose shadow shields this place.
                                    Here, we accept our Guardians to be Heroes.
                                                                             Here, we embrace them.
                                                                                          And their minding.
                                                                Their legacy is born from our loss.
                                               Buried in our grief, we dig out their relics 
                                       So they too can feel the warmth of the sun.
                             In these small gestures we can transcend
                         the ordinary into the extraordinary.
           Through it we inherit great treasures,
we do not grudge them.

The Cairn is fat on the sounds of our keening
quiet and considerate is the gatekeeper.
Whose shadow shields this place.
Here, we accept our Guardians to be Heroes.
Here, we embrace them.
And their minding.
Their legacy is born from our loss.
Buried in our grief, we dig out their relics 
So they too can feel the warmth of the sun.
In these small gestures we can transcend
the ordinary into the extraordinary.
Through it we inherit great treasures,
we do not grudge them.​
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