Hannibal knew something that took
More than twenty years
I think this, walking the sandstone
To O’Hares Creek.
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
My daughter imitates on the weir
The same dull colour of car rims –
What of it?
It has been here on this island
Fighting Romans all its life.