Enniskillen

Proud and emerald-fired
Formed of souls shamrock-hued
___and fed on words, words
She smiled at him

Him, from beyond, away,
One of
___them
Took his hand
___Let out those
___words,
___ ___words
New ones poured in like tea,
___hot, delicious
___ ___needed

What mattered
the colour of souls;
___alabaster all in the sight of God
And when the Somme offered his up
She took their daughters
___wild geese
___ ___across the sea