Climb, confess and walk.
Climb, confess and talk.
Be part of something greater.
A line on ridge of mountain.
Take a view up there
Where one step bestrides distant Howth.
Each step up walks into pure air
Where bog cotton‘s frail cloths wave
Like frenetic souls.Frenzied.
Penitent groynes grow as a stair
When the bowed funeral column
Filed behind their dead Brodain,
Fitted him in to his mountain top cairn.
There he has napped in his bed
While conurbations creep and spread.