Counting Stars In Ireland

(you must go to
Ireland if you are
To write. There is a
Crucial part
That is, then, not yet missing:
You must not
Be too
Complete)

The stargazer takes in his own
Bruised eyes
And sleeps with Cicero and
Copernicus
Under his pillow. There
Is the vastness of
More that history beneath
His stars and a crucifix
Shades his wall. Ptolemy
And Euclid
Take the place of loving
War zones and British soldiers or Bishops and the
Contradictory Power of the Dioceses
While
Cicero is stalled
On a road leading to Belfast

(So on
you lead the
curse of your
fullness and at
night you
sleep while in Ireland
they count
stars)