An improvised table
Content
With its space
And time measured
In drops
On the wet pane
Sloped in the eaves

Seamus’s shadow scratches
As the light of day
The revelries of night
Before

You, the holy tree
A father, a son,
The ghost of Christopher
Towers and shades

That shamrock shaped scar
On the temple
An alter of course
From the sins
To the saints