for the Burren Action Group
in their struggle to save beautiful Mulach Mór
Through this fester of bony earth, trying
to avoid on their way the snares of root
that trap whatever leaves the dark, what do
these tribes of blue gentian come up here for?
Is it enough for them to climb onto
this April day above in Caherbeanna
into light confused with yellow and grey
and whorled by the song of a cuckoo?