from Love songs from a dead tongue


 
 

1

Grief in the king-fort?
With Niall gone, small wonder;
all was fast against affliction,
grievous now.

And will grieve on
abandoned by civility,
though a dynasty outlasted
loneliness from there.

All kings but one
in time relinquish rule.
Who'd want the world?
Grief in the king-fort,
                   grief.