Blue eyes as soft as the periwinkle the upper world has called but would give no help
God crackles over the intercom, listen to me listen to me listen to me
Our feastfires have faded to candles in winter snow, after a funeral.
Thirty years with a mistaken belief; to be a liar and believer we never knew.
In English you can't be heroic and gallant. Better a sane crook than a mad Puritan.