Status Updates From Collected Poems

Then I saw the wild geese flying
In fair formation to their bases in Inchicore,
And I knew that these wings would outwear the wings of war,
And a man's simple thoughts outlive the day's loud lying.
Don't fear, don't fear, I said to my soul:
The bedlam of Time is an empty bucket rattled,
'Tis you who will say in the end who best battled,
Only they who fly home to God have flown at all,

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