Border Walls (A Rannaigheacht Ghairid)  

Elizabeth Spragins
11/09/17 05:34:52PM
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Stone by stone,
Hardened hands clear fields unsown;
Weary arms fell long-leaf pine—
Rocks define the land we own.

Dry-stack walls
Rise as our ambition sprawls
Through a mansion with locked gates—
Worth equates with gilded halls.

Marble hearts
Do not bleed when pricked by darts,
But our turrets block the light.
From this night, no one departs:

We have buried flesh with bone
And entombed our children here—
Vaults of fear rise stone by stone.

First published in Quarterday: A Journal of Classical Poetry, vol. 3, no. 1 (Imbolc 2017): 40.  Edited by L.J. McDowall.  Glasgow, Scotland: Quarterday Press.