The Tuesday Poem: Beanna faoi shneachta
na sasquatchanna a bhà ann fadó
is nár fhág aon rian ina ndiaidh:
slogann na coillte an smúsach as a gcnámha
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They appear to him as ancestors
towering snowclad peaks
on a morning that would blind you –
sasquatches of old
leaving no trace behind:
the woods have sucked the marrow from their bones
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