So part we sadly in this troublous world
                                         To meet again in sweet Jerusalem                                          

the winds race north
through the laddered grid
of a suburban street

these are the ladders
I climb at night
but with no ascension


                                     death is young

                   the winds hurry us
 we have many coats



Niall McDevitt

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