Drogheda to Newgrange in the rain (poem)

Dogs of Killarney too well trained
restrained with a whistle
snarling like hungry beasts
about face like soldiers
what is lunch that man is mindful of it
Galway and Guiness go together
vintages, bottles, journeys to the Aran Islands
the sea shining to New York
beyond a hundred foot cliff
eroding with history

Innish Mor's stone fortress
Dún Aonghasa
saw the wars of crushes
space-time borders of gravity and belief
when one may find underneath rubble
pirate ship's
golden coins minted with thrift of imagination
not worth scripture written in runes

Drogheda to Newgrange in the rain
solstice again
light at the end of the tunnel
like an eternal recurrence
pre-historic spears with HIMARS
delivers war to Ukraine
torn by capitalists globally
Celts and St. Patrick
the Irish monks
couldn’t save

Usually the troubles
touring are manufactured with night
sometimes letting civilization go
to be crushed by oncoming traffic
without restraint
in sight of the train station
where Rosslare’s ships reach the world.