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| Cabra, Dublin, 1973 |
Soon, small brother,
Soon I will be back from the dead.
Quite soon;
Sooner than you think,
Sooner than a day at the beach,
Sooner than a purple sky,
So soon you will forget
The time I was dead,
The stillness in my face,
The white foam of my eyes,
My cold body.
Soon you will see -
Just wait and see -
The times we will have -
Too many to say -
All warm green.
