Hannibal knew something that took

More than twenty years

            To lose.

 

I think this, walking the sandstone

            Trail

To O’Hares Creek.

 

            Rockwarblers

Carry off small pieces of shadow,

Enough, maybe, to make a heart.

 

What will they do with it

That I can’t? And the water

             Dragon

 

My daughter imitates on the weir

              Wall,

The same dull colour of car rims –

 

            What of it?

It has been here on this island

Fighting Romans all its life.